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　　Poor Mailie's Elegy

　　Lament in rhyme, lament in prose,

　　Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose;

　　Our bardie's fate is at a close,

　　Past a' remead!

　　The last, sad cape-stane o' his woes;

　　Poor Mailie's dead!

　　It's no the loss o' warl's gear,

　　That could sae bitter draw the tear,

　　Or mak our bardie, dowie, wear

　　The mourning weed:

　　He's lost a friend an' neebor dear

　　In Mailie dead.

　　Thro' a' the town she trotted by him;

　　A lang half-mile she could descry him;

　　Wi' kindly bleat, when she did spy him,

　　She ran wi' speed:

　　A friend mair faithfu' ne'er cam nigh him,

　　Than Mailie dead.

　　I wat she was a sheep o' sense,

　　An' could behave hersel' wi' mense:

　　I'll say't, she never brak a fence,

　　Thro' thievish greed.

　　Our bardie, lanely, keeps the spence

　　Sin' Mailie's dead.

　　Or, if he wanders up the howe,

　　Her living image in her yowe

　　Comes bleating till him, owre the knowe,

　　For bits o' bread;

　　An' down the briny pearls rowe

　　For Mailie dead.

　　She was nae get o' moorland tips,

　　Wi' tauted ket, an' hairy hips;

　　For her forbears were brought in ships,

　　Frae 'yont the Tweed.

　　A bonier fleesh ne'er cross'd the clips

　　Than Mailie's dead.

　　Wae worth the man wha first did shape

　　That vile, wanchancie thing—a raip!

　　It maks guid fellows girn an' gape,

　　Wi' chokin dread;

　　An' Robin's bonnet wave wi' crape

　　For Mailie dead.

　　O, a' ye bards on bonie Doon!

　　An' wha on Ayr your chanters tune!

　　Come, join the melancholious croon

　　O' Robin's reed!

　　His heart will never get aboon—

　　His Mailie's dead! Poems and Songs of Robert Burns