"An' now, Auld Cloots, I ken ye're thinkin,
A certain Bardie's rantin, drinkin,
Some luckless hour will send him linkin,
To your black Pit;
But, faith! he'll turn a corner jinkin,
An' cheat you yet."
-- from "Address To The Deil" by Robert Burns (b. 1759-01-25, d. 1796-07-21)
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