Jeames  27760

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    It's but a fortnight since we laid him doon,
         An' cut the sods to hap his narrow lair—
    On Sunday still the grass was dry an' broon;
         An' noo they're up again the kist is bare,
    For Bell this day we e'en maun lay aboon,
         An' face in fun'ral blacks the drift ance mair.
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