Poems by Robert Burns
Presented by the RBWF
On a Celbrated Ruling Elder
Here Sowter Hood in Death does sleep;
To Hell, if he's gane thither,
Satan, gie him thy gear to keep;
He'll haud it weel thegither.
Presented by the RBWF
Here Sowter Hood in Death does sleep;
To Hell, if he's gane thither,
Satan, gie him thy gear to keep;
He'll haud it weel thegither.