Robert Burns - How To Know Him by William Allan Neilson
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page 180 of 334 (53%)
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It's hardly in a body's pow'r,
To keep, at times, frae being sour, To see how things are shar'd; How best o' chiels are whyles in want [fellows, sometimes] While coofs on countless thousands rant [dolts, roister] And ken na how to wair't: [spend it] But, Davie, lad, ne'er fash your head, [trouble] Tho' we hae little gear, [wealth] We're fit to win our daily bread, As lang's we're hale and fier: [lusty] 'Mair spier na, nor fear na,' [More ask not] Auld age ne'er mind a feg; [fig] The last o't, the warst o't, Is only but to beg. To lie in kilns and barns at e'en, When banes are craz'd, and bluid is thin, [bones] Is, doubtless, great distress! Yet then content could mak us blest; Ev'n then, sometimes, we'd snatch a taste Of truest happiness. The honest heart that's free frae a' Intended fraud or guile, However Fortune kick the ba', [ball] Has aye some cause to smile: And mind still, you'll find still, A comfort this nae sma'; [not small] Nae mair then, we'll care then, Nae farther can we fa'. |
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