English poem
On A Celebrated Ruling Elder.
by Robert Burns
Here souter Hood in death does sleep;— To h-ll, if he's gane thither, Satan, gie him thy gear to keep, He'll haud it weel thegither.
Versos English Robert Burns On A Celebrated Ruling Elder.
English poem
by Robert Burns
Here souter Hood in death does sleep;— To h-ll, if he's gane thither, Satan, gie him thy gear to keep, He'll haud it weel thegither.