Robert Burns - How To Know Him by William Allan Neilson
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page 186 of 334 (55%)
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And, Andrew dear, believe me,
Ye'll find mankind an unco squad, [queer] And muckle they may grieve ye: [much] For care and trouble set your thought, Ev'n when your end's attainéd: And a' your views may come to nought, Where ev'ry nerve is strainéd. I'll no say men are villains a'; The real harden'd wicked, Wha hae nae check but human law, Are to a few restricked; But och! mankind are unco weak, [extremely] An' little to be trusted; If Self the wavering balance shake, It's rarely right adjusted! Yet they wha fa' in Fortune's strife. Their fate we shouldna censure; For still th' important end of life They equally may answer. A man may hae an honest heart, Tho' poortith hourly stare him; [poverty] A man may tak a neibor's part, Yet hae nae cash to spare him. Aye free, aff han', your story tell, When wi' a bosom crony; But still keep something to yoursel Ye scarcely tell to ony. |
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