WHOE'ER thou art, O reader, know
That Death has murder'd Johnie;
An' here his body lies fu' low;
For saul he ne'er had ony.
More verses by Robert Burns
- Rantin, Rovin Robin
- On Chloris Being Ill
- Lord Gregory: A Ballad
- The Farewell To The Brethren Of St. James's Lodge, Tarbolton
- To Miss Ferrier, Enclosing Elegy On Sir J. H. Blair