Verses written on a window of the Inn at Carron

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 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!


David Hayman

About this work

This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written in 1787 and is read here by David Hayman.

Themes for this poem


Selected for 25 August

Between August 25th and September 16th, 1787, Burns toured the Highlands with his ill-tempered friend, William Nicol. The trip turned up a trove of old songs and inspired several original pieces. Mostly the Bard was warmly welcomed; not this time however, perhaps because it was a Sunday. Here in peevish response, is the poet up to one of his regular ploys; scratching a poem on glass. Inns in Stirling and Falkirk were left similar souvenirs of his poetic progress.

Donny O'Rourke

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