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Lyric Poem · Sad

Ah, woe is me, my Mother dear

by Robert Burns

AH, woe is me, my mother dear!

A man of strife ye’ve born me:

For sair contention I maun bear;

They hate, revile, and scorn me.

I ne’er could lend on bill or band,

That five per cent. might blest me;

And borrowing, on the tither hand,

The deil a ane wad trust me.

Yet I, a coin-deniиd wight,

By Fortune quite discarded;

Ye see how I am, day and night,

By lad and lass blackguarded!

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Poem
Ah, woe is me, my Mother dear
Poet
Robert Burns
Length
12 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Sad

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Shape
12 lines · 3 quatrains
Line length
Lines run 7-8 syllables (median 8), consistent with tetrameter. No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.

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Author record
Robert Burns1759–1796
Source record
PoetryDBAh, woe is me, my Mother dear by robert-burns, PoetryDB transcription
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