Sir Walter Scott

(1771-1832 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

On Leaving Mrs. Brown's Lodgings - Poem by Sir Walter Scott

So goodbye, Mrs. Brown,
I am going out of town,
Over dale, over down,
Where bugs bite not,
Where lodgers fight not,
Where below your chairmen drink not,
Where beside your gutters stink not;
But all is fresh and clean and gay,
And merry lambkins sport and play,
And they toss with rakes uncommonly short hay,
Which looks as if it had been sown only the other day,
And where oats are twenty-five shillings a boll, they say;
But all's one for that, since I must and will away.

Comments about On Leaving Mrs. Brown's Lodgings by Sir Walter Scott

  • (9/5/2016 5:49:00 AM)

    I suspect this is a dig at some landlady in Edinburgh that he did not get on with. The city was quite a smelly and boisterous place in Scott's time. (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

[Report Error]