Robert Burns - On Capt. Lascelles lyrics
When Lascelles thought fit from this world to depart, Some friends warmly thought of embalming his heart; A bystander whispers—"Pray don't make so much o't, The subject is poison, no reptile will touch it."
When Lascelles thought fit from this world to depart, Some friends warmly thought of embalming his heart; A bystander whispers—"Pray don't make so much o't, The subject is poison, no reptile will touch it."