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Robert Burns

Robert Burns

I’Ll Go and Be a Sodger

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 gat some gear wi’ mickle care,
I held it weel thegither;
But now it’s gane, and something mair—
I’ll go and be a sodger!

#Scots #XVIIICentury

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