We cam na here to view your warks,In hopes to be mair wise,But only, lest we gang to hell,It may be nae surprise:But when we tirl’d at your doorYour porter dought na hear us;Sae may, shou’d we to Hell’s yetts come,Your billy Satan sair us!
1787 · Poem
Impromptu on Carron Iron Works
- Year
- 1787
- Form
- Poem
- Location
- Edinburgh
- Source
- Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns