174. The Bard at Inverary

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 WHOE’ER he be that sojourns here,
 I pity much his case,
Unless he comes to wait upon
 The Lord their God, His Grace.
There’s naething here but Highland pride, And Highland scab and hunger: If Providence has sent me here, ’Twas surely in his anger.

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