Page:Life of David Haggart who was executed at Edinburgh, 18th July, 1821 for the murder of the Dumfries jailor (2).pdf/24

 24 Although in chains you see me fast, No frown upon my friends you'll cast, For my relations were not to blame; And I brought my parents, to grief and shame: Now, all you ramblers, in mourning go. For the Prince of Ramblers is lying low; And all you maidens, who love the game Put on your mourning veils again. And all you powers of music channt. To the memory of my dying rant- A song of melancholy sing. Till you make the very rafters ring Farewell relations, and friends also, "The time is come that. I must go, As for foes, I have but one, But to the same I've done, no wrong

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