Written At Inverary.
By Robert Burns
Whoe'er he be that sojourns here, I pity much his case, Unless he's come to wait upon The Lord their God, his Grace. There's naething here but Highland pride And Highland cauld and hunger; If Providence has sent me here, T'was surely in his anger.
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