Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

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.