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Poems and Songs of Robert Burns
On A Suicide
Earth’d up, here lies an imp o’ hell, Planted by Satan’s dibble; Poor silly wretch, he’s damned himsel’, To save the Lord the trouble.
On A Swearing Coxcomb
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On Hearing It Asserted Falsehood
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