On Wat (Poem by Robert Burns)

Old Poem

On Wat
By Robert Burns


Sic a reptile was Wat,
    Sic a miscreant slave,
That the very worms damn’d him
    When laid in his grave.
“In his flesh there’s a famine,”
    A starv’d reptile cries;
“An’ his heart is rank poison,”
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