Poem by Robert Burns

Epigram («When ––– , deceased, to the devil went down…»)

When ––– , deceased, to the devil went down,
’Twas nothing would serve him but Satan’s own crown;
‘Thy fool’s head,’ quoth Satan, ‘that crown shall wear never,
I grant thou’rt as wicked, but not quite so clever.’

1. The Flowery Banks of Cree
2. Blythe Was She
3. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
4. Farewell to Ballochmyle
5. Gala Water

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