I’Ll Go and Be a Sodger, di 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!

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