They delv’d a saft hole

For Johnnie McNeel:

He aye had been droll

But folk likit him weel.

The bell gied a toll;

And Mess John in his goun

Spak guid-words for the soul

As Johnnie gaed doun.

On a wee, mossy-knoll,

That’s green a’ the year,

A stane-letter’d scroll

Tells Johnnie liggs there.

Nae lang rigmarole;

Juist-Johnnie McNeel

Was aye a bit droll

But folk likit him weel.