TO Riddell, much lamented man,
This ivied cot was dear;
Wandr'er, dost value matchless worth?
This ivied cot revere.
More verses by Robert Burns
- Song—o May, Thy Morn
- Song—gudewife, Count The Lawin
- Lines Of John M'Murdo, Esq.
- Song—behold The Hour, Etc. (Second Version)
- Elegy On The Year 1788