"Hear me, Auld Hangie, for a wee,
An' let poor damn'd bodies be;
I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie,
Ev'n to a deil,
To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me
An' hear us squeel."
-- from "Address To The Deil" by Robert Burns (b. 1759-01-25, d. 1796-07-21) -- page for complete poem also has a translation for folks who don't speak Scots