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. Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
2. The Posies
3. Nithsdale’s Welcome Hame
4. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
5. Address to General Dumourier

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