Poem by Robert Burns

Captain Grose

Ken ye ought o’ Captain Grose?
  	Igo, and ago,
If he’s amang his friends or foes?
  	Iram, coram, dago.

Is he South, or is he North?
  	Igo, and ago,
Or drowned in the river Forth?
  	Iram, coram, dago.

Is he slain by Highland bodies?
  	Igo, and ago,
And eaten like a wether-haggis?
  	Iram, coram, dago.

Is he to Abram’s bosom gane?
  	Igo, and ago,	
Or haudin Sarah by the wame?
  	Iram, coram, dago.

Where’er he be, the Lord be near him!
  	Igo, and ago,
As for the deil, he daur na steer him.
  	Iram, coram, dago.

But please transmit th’ enclosed letter,
  	Igo, and ago,
Which will oblige your humble debtor.
  	Iram, coram, dago.

So may ye hae auld stanes in store,
  	Igo, and ago,
The very stanes that Adam bore.
  	Iram, coram, dago.

So may ye get in glad possession
  	Igo, and ago,
The coins o’ Satan’s coronation!
  	Iram, coram, dago.

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2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Stay My Charmer
5. On a Bank of Flowers

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