On Andrew Turner
In Se'enteen Hunder 'n Forty-Nine The Deil gat stuff to mak a swine, An' coost it in a corner; But wilily he chang'd his plan, An' shap'd it something like a man, An' ca'd it Andrew Turner.
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In Se'enteen Hunder 'n Forty-Nine The Deil gat stuff to mak a swine, An' coost it in a corner; But wilily he chang'd his plan, An' shap'd it something like a man, An' ca'd it Andrew Turner.
This is an epitaph by Robert Burns. It was written in 1795 and is read here by Eddi Reader.
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