Epigram on Francis Grose the Antiquary

Portrait of Robert Burns
Robert Burns 1759–1796
279Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

THE DEVIL got notice that Grose was a-dying So whip! at the summons, old Satan came flying; But when he approached where poor Francis lay moaning, And saw each bed-post with its burthen a-groaning, Astonish’d, confounded, cries Satan—“By G—, I’ll want him, ere I take such a damnable load!”

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