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!
(Robert Burns)
More Poetry from Robert Burns:
- A Dedication (Robert Burns Poems)
- Address to the Devil (Robert Burns Poems)
- A Dream (Robert Burns Poems)
- Address ToThe Devil (Robert Burns Poems)
- Address to the Unco Guid (Robert Burns Poems)
- Address To A Haggis (Robert Burns Poems)