1807 ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION

Robert Burns

Robert Tannahill, "Dirge, written on reading an Account of Robert Burns's Funeral" Scots Magazine 69 (July 1807) 526.



Let grief for ever cloud the day,
That saw our Bard borne to the clay;
Let joy be banish'd every eye,
And nature, weeping, seem to cry,
"He's gone, he's gone! he frae us torn!
The ae best fellow e'er was born."

Let shepherds from the mountains steep,
Look down on widow'd Nith, and weep,
Let rustic swains their labours leave;
And sighing murmur o'er his grave,
"He's gone, he's gone! &c."

Let bonny Doon, and winding Ayr,
Their bushy banks in anguish tear,
While many a tributary stream
Pours down its griefs to swell the theme,
"He's gone, he's gone! &c."

All dismal let the night descend,
Let whirling storms the forest rend,
Let furious tempests sweep the sky,
And dreary-howling caverns cry,
"He's gone, he's gone! he's frae us torn!
The ae best fellow e'er was born!"