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AH, WOE IS ME, MY MOTHER DEAR
Jeremiah, chap. xv. verse 10
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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.
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I ne'er could lend on bill or band,That five per cent. might blest me;
And borrowing, on the tither hand,
The deil a ane wad trust me.
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Yet I, a coin-denyèd wight,By Fortune quite discarded,
Ye see how I am day and night
By lad and lass blackguarded!
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