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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.