Poem by Robert Burns

Epigram Written at Inverary

WHOE’ER he be that sojourns here,
  I pity much his case,
Unless he come to wait upon
  The Lord their God, his Grace.
There’s naething here but Highland pride.
  And Highland scab and hunger;
If Providence has sent me here.
  ’Twas surely in his anger.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
5. Young Jamie, Pride of A’ the Plain

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