Robert Burns

Epigram

written in 1787

Whoe'er he be that sojourns here, I pity much his case, Unless he come 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 an anger.

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