Robert Burns - On Andrew Turner lyrics
In se'enteen hunder'n forty-nine, The deil gat stuff to mak a swine, An' coost it in a corner; But wilily he chang'd his plan, An' shap'd it something like a man, An' ca'd it Andrew Turner.
In se'enteen hunder'n forty-nine, The deil gat stuff to mak a swine, An' coost it in a corner; But wilily he chang'd his plan, An' shap'd it something like a man, An' ca'd it Andrew Turner.