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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