by Robert Burns
HERE Brewer Gabriel’s fire’s extinct,
And empty all his barrels:
He’s blest—if, as he brew’d, he drink,
In upright, honest morals.
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Epitaph for Mr. Gabriel Richardson, Brewer
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HERE Brewer Gabriel’s fire’s extinct,
And empty all his barrels:
He’s blest—if, as he brew’d, he drink,
In upright, honest morals.