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 tirld at your door
Your porter dought na hear us;
Sae may, shoud we to Hells yetts come,
Your billy Satan sair us!
178. Impromptu on Carron Iron Works
written byRobert Burns
© Robert Burns