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11 But, hark! a sound! now gaping Hell

Re-echoes from its centre,

And you O Willie! at the bell,

As first in hand maun enter.

He scarcely poppet in his nose,

When Hell began to thunder,

Wi’ peals on peals, o’ loud applause;

For Willie was a wonder.

But Satan, frowning, rais’d his voice,

“ Forbear, nor set so high a price

On sic a worthless thing;

Is it for him—For sic as he,

That’s neither good for God nor me,

That hell should loudly ring?

Forbear your cheering for a–wee

There’s plenty at the door

Deserving a’ that ye can gie,

And even rather more—

Then let now, the Gloit now,

Be quickly handed hence,

And moor’d, and secur’d in

The dungeon o’ suspense.”