On my ever honoured father
Robert Burns
Oh ye who’s cheek the tear of pity stains,
Draw near with with pious rev’rence, and attend,
Here lie the loving husband’s dear remains,
The tender father and the generous friend
The pitying heart that felt for human woe,
The dauntless heart that fear’d no human pride,
The friend of man - to vice alone a foe,
For e’vn his failings lean’d to virtue’s side.