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174. The Bard at Inverary

174. 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.



Poem 174. The Bard at Inverary - Robert Burns
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