Robert Burns


written in 1782

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

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