This poem was written by Burns on the back of a banknote
Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf!
Fell source of a' my woe and grief,
For lack o' thee I've lost my lass,
For lack o' thee I scrimp my glass
I see the children of affliction
Unaided, through thy curs'd restriction
I've seen the oppressor's cruel smile
Amid his hapless victims' spoil;
And for thy potence vainly wish'd
To crush the villain in the dust.
For lack o' thee I leave this much-lov'd shore,
Never, perhaps, to greet old Scotland more.
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Really ?? .love Jan xx
ReplyDeleteThank you! Haven't read that one in a long time!
ReplyDeleteLori
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That was interesting...enjoyed...thanks for sharing...take care,
ReplyDeleteJoyce
I loved this poem. I could so relate although, I'd visit Scotland in a heartbeat,lol. ~Raven
ReplyDeleteAye Laddie and a fine poem that, was written by himself. Thirty-six years ago I left Bonny Scotland and like it says N'er to return. I chanced to live once on the "High Road" and once on the "Low Road". River Clyde was the main scenery. Good memories especially when me wee daughter won at the Sword Dance and another wee daughter discovered what they wear/don't wear under the kilt. lol
ReplyDeleteCheerio the nue