John Albert Baines
John Albert Baines R I P
Beneath this sod the mortal remains
A man of this parish, John Albert Baines
A single young man, a butcher by trade
Paid a high price for the error he made
Went out and got drunk, himself and his pal
And staggering home fell in the canal
His pal pulled him out, but he fell in again
And now he lies sleeping under this stane
Stane--stone
fictitious person contest
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2010
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