Epitaph On John Dove, Innkeeper

Here lies Johnny Pidgeon,
What was his religion,
Whae-er desires to ken,
To some other warl
Maun follow the carl,
For here Johnny Pidgeon had nane.

Strong ale was ablution,
Small beer persecution,
A dram was memento mori;
But a full flowing bowl,
Was the saving his soul,
And Port was celestial glory.