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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.

24 June 1787

Robert Burns


Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. I See a Form, I See a Face
  2. My Wife’s a Winsome Wee Thing
  3. Mark Yonder Pomp
  4. Farewell, Thou Stream
  5. The Rantin’ Dog the Daddie O’t


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