Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

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 god,
i'll want him, ere i take such a damnable load!”