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Epitaph on a Lap-dog

by Robert Burns, 1793

In wood and wild, ye warbling throng,
  Your heavy loss deplore;
Now, half extinct your powers of song,
  Sweet Echo is no more.

Ye jarring, screeching things around,
  Scream your discordant joys;
Now, half your din of tuneless sound
  With Echo silent lies.

Published in Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

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