Poem by Robert Burns

O Why the Deuce

O WHY the deuce should I repine,
  And be an ill foreboder?
I’m twenty-three, and five feet nine-
  I’ll go and be a sodger.

I gat some gear wi’ meikle care,
  I held it weel thegither;
But now it’s gane and something mair
  I’ll go and be a sodger.

1. Farewell to Ballochmyle
2. Fairest Maid on Devon Banks
3. O Wha is She that Lo’es Me?
4. The Highland Lassie
5. Weary Fa’ You, Duncan Gray

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