Epigram on Francis Grose the Antiquary

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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Scotland's national poet whose verse in Scots dialect celebrates love, nature, and common humanity. Author of "Auld Lang Syne."

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