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 Here in this kirk-yard There lieth interr'd
 * The body of wee Jamie Gemmell,

Who on earth was aye frisky
 * Wi' drinkin' o' whisky;

An' wis needle an' thread
 * Was fu' nimle.

But ae day, alas! When takin' a glass, Death cam, and awa
 * Wi' him jumpet.

An' noo here he lies, Till the dead shall arise, At the soun or the
 * Archangel's trumpet.