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423. Epigram on the Laird of Laggan

WHEN Morine, deceas’d, to the Devil went down,
ВЂ™Twas nothing would serve him but Satan’s own crown;
ВЂњThy fool’s head, ” quoth Satan, “that crown shall wear never,
I grant thou’rt as wicked, but not quite so clever. ”


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Poem 423. Epigram on the Laird of Laggan - Robert Burns