Lines sent to Sir John Whiteford, of Whiteford, Bart


Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever'st, Who, save thy mind's reproach, nought earthly fear'st, To thee this votive off'ring I impart, The tearful tribute of a broken heart. The Friend thou valued'st, I, the Patron lov'd; His worth, his honour, all the world approved: We'll mourn till we too go as he has gone, And tread the shadowy path to that dark world unknown.

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Dougray Scott

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1791 and is read here by Dougray Scott.

Themes for this song

friendship unhappiness

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