Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

  impromptu—“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!