Lyric Poem · Love
Epitaph for William Nicol, High School, Edinburgh
by Robert Burns
YE maggots, feed on Nicol’s brain,
For few sic feasts you’ve gotten;
And fix your claws in Nicol’s heart,
For deil a bit o’t’s rotten.
This poem is in the public domain.
“Epitaph for William Nicol, High School, Edinburgh” by Robert Burns — quilloak.com/poems/epitaph-for-william-nicol-high-school-edinburgh
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