Poor Mailie’s Elegy 23246Poemby Robert Burnsfirst line (public domain): Lament in rhyme, lament in prose,Wi' saut tears tricklin down your nose;Our Bardie's fate is at a close, Past a' remead!The last, sad cape-stane of his woes; Poor Mailie's dead!Language: Scotstags: in memoriam, sheep Locations in Harold's LibraryThe Canongate Burns (book)page 46in "The Kilmarnock Edition, 1786"Notes: followed by extensive notesThis work has the following connections with other works:The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie,Array ( [_edit_lock] => Array ( [0] => 1530292797:1 ) [_edit_last] => Array ( [0] => 1 ) [inlibrary] => Array ( [0] => "23230"*p46*The Kilmarnock Edition, 1786||||followed by extensive notes ) [firstline] => Array ( [0] => Lament in rhyme, lament in prose, / Wi' saut tears tricklin down your nose; / Our Bardie's fate is at a close, / %%Past a' remead! / The last, sad cape-stane of his woes; / %%Poor Mailie's dead!|p ) [connection] => Array ( [0] => "23245" ) ) Post navigation ← Previous PoemNext Poem → Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name* Email* Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.