Author Robert Burns Here Sowter 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. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2.3 (3 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments