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279. Epigram on Francis Grose the Antiquary

by Robert Burns

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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