7. Ah woe is me my Mother dear
Read '7. Ah woe is me my Mother dear' by 'Robert Burns' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
7. Ah woe is me my Mother dear by Robert Burns
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-deni?d wight,
By Fortune quite discarded;
Ye see how I am, day and night,
By lad and lass blackguarded!
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