Robert Burns, 1784, from Commonplace Book
My father was a farmer|
Upon the Carrick border, O,
And carefully he bred me
In decency and order, O;
He bade me act a manly part,
Tho' I had ne'er a farthing, O,
For without an honest, manly heart,
No man was worth regarding, O.
2. Then out into the world
3. In many a way, and vain essay
4. Then sore harass'd, and tir'd at last
5. No help, nor hope, nor view had I,|
Nor person to befriend me, O;
So I must toil, and sweat, and broil,
And labor to sustain me, O:
To plough and sow, to reap and mow,
My father bred me early, O;
For one, he said, to labour bred,
Was a match for Fortune fairly, O.
6. Thus all obscure, unknown, and poor,
7. But, cheerful still, I am as well
8. When sometimes by my labour
9. All you who follow wealth and power|
With unremitting ardour, O,
The more in this you look for bliss,
You leave your view the farther, O.
Had you the wealth Potosi boasts,
Or nations to adore you, O,
A cheerful, honest-hearted clown
I will prefer before you, O!
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