Whoe’er he be that sojourns here,I pity much his case,Unless he comes to wait uponThe 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.
1787 · Poem
The Bard at Inverary
- Year
- 1787
- Form
- Poem
- Location
- Edinburgh
- Source
- Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns