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!

(C) Robert Burns
03/14/2017


Best Poems of Robert Burns

• A Red, Red Rose
• A Winter Night
• Address To The Devil
• O Lassie, Art Thou Sleeping Yet.
• The Farewell
• Wae Is My Heart.
• How Cruel Are The Parents
• Epigram On The Said Occasion
• My Hearts In The Highlands
• To Mary.
• Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever
• Farewell, Thou Stream.
• Thou Hast Left Me Ever.
• Is There, For Honest Poverty.
• Amang The Trees.
• Coming Through The Rye
• The Holy Fair
• Duncan Gray
• My Last Farewell To Stirling
• Last May A Braw Wooer.