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Ah, woe is me, my Mother dear

by Robert Burns, 1779

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-denièd wight,
  By Fortune quite discarded;
Ye see how I am, day and night,
  By lad and lass blackguarded!

Published in Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

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