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thy sympathetic tear maun fa',

for matthew was a kind man.

if thou art staunch, without a stain,

like the unchanging blue, man;

this was a kinsman o' thy ain,

for matthew was a true man.

if thou hast wit, and fun, and fire,

and ne'er guid wine did fear, man;

this was thy billie, dam, and sire,

for matthew was a queer man.

if ony whiggish, whingin' sot,

to blame poor matthew dare, man;

may dool and sorrow be his lot,

for matthew was a rare man.

but now, his radiant course is run,

for matthew's was a bright one!

his soul was like the glorious sun,

a matchless, heavenly light, man.