Lines on a Friend

Who, before he died, expressed the desire to be laid in Wanlock.

Oh! lay me doon in Wanlock;
Untroubled I will sleep
Whaur heather grows and the burnie rowes
Awa’ tae join the deep.

The friends lie there I kent langsyne,
The kindest an’ the best;
Until the Resurrection Morn
Amang them let me rest.

Dear lo’ed yins that I leave ‘ahin,
Oh, dinna, dinna murn;
According to great Nature’s plan
Tae dust we maun return.

Oh! Wanlock, dear auld Wanlock,
Beside ye I maun be,
For God has planted in ma hert
A daithless love for thee.