WE cam na here to view your warks,
In hopes to be mair wise,
But only, lest we gang to hell,
It may be nae surprise:
But when we tirl'd at your door
Your porter dought na hear us;
Sae may, shou'd we to Hell's yetts come,
Your billy Satan sair us!
Impromptu On Carron Iron Works
Robert Burns
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Poem topics: wise, hear, door, view, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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