Robert Burns - Epigram On Francis Grose The Antiquary lyrics

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!"