Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

7 . Ah, woe is me, my Mother dear

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 band,

That five per cent. might blest me;

And borrowing, on the tither hand,

The deil a ane wad trust me.

Yet I, a coin-denièd wight,

By Fortune quite discarded;

Ye see how I am, day and night,

By lad and lass blackguarded!