The Poetry Corner

On Captain Francis Grose.

By Robert Burns

The devil got notice that Grose was a-dying, So whip! at the summons, old Satan came flying; But when he approach'd where poor Francis lay moaning, And saw each bed-post with its burden a-groaning, Astonish'd! confounded! cry'd Satan, "By ----, I'll want him, ere I take such a damnable load!"