Poem by Robert Burns

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THOUGH fickle Fortune has deceiv’d me,-
  She promis’d fair and perform’d but ill;
Of mistress, friends, and wealth bereav’d me,-
  Yet I bear a heart shall support me still.
I’ll act with prudence as far’s I’m able,
  But if success I must never find,
Then come misfortune, I bid thee welcome,
  I’ll meet thee with an undaunted mind.

1. The Lass of Ecclefechan
2. Katharine Jaffray
3. Lady Onlie
4. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary
5. The Cooper O’ Cuddle

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