The Bard At Inverary Poem by Robert Burns

The Bard At Inverary



WHOE'ER he be that sojourns here,
I pity much his case,
Unless he comes 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.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: religion
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns

Ayrshire / Scotland
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