Author Robert Burns 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 whan we tirl'd at your door, Your porter dought na bear us; Sae may, shou'd we to hell's yetts come, Your billy Satan sair us! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments