Poem by Robert Burns

A Jeremiad

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 bond
  That, five per cent, might blest me;
And borrowing, on the t’other hand-
  The deil a ane wad trust me.

Yet I, a coin-denied wight,
  By fortune quite discarded –
Ye see how I am, day and night,
  By lad and lass blackguarded.

1. The Flowery Banks of Cree
2. Farewell, Thou Stream
3. The Day Returns
4. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
5. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary

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