That o’ a seat where devils dwell,
There’s nane mair worthy.
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“Thou does as weel’s could be expectit,
O’ ane wha’s wit lay long neglectet;
Some godly folk your rhyme, I trow,
Ca’ worthless blether;
But be na feart, ye’s get your due,
When we forgather.
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“In hell when I read o’er your sang,
Where rhymes come thun’ring wi’ a bang,
Quoth I, trouth I’s see Rab or lang,
An’ that’s be seen.