Robert Burns

Cursed be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal, to the tyrant wife,
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Cursed be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal, to the tyrant wife,
Who has no will but by her high permission;
Who has not sixpence but in her possession;
Who must to her his dear friend's secret tell;
Who dreads a curtain lecture worse than hell.
Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
I'd break her spirit or I'd break her heart.

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,
And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes,
And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.

There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.

There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.

Be Briton still to Britain true,
Among oursel's united;
For never but by British hands
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Be Briton still to Britain true,
Among oursel's united;
For never but by British hands
Maun British wrangs be righted.

The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip
To laud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel read more

The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip
To laud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honor grip,
Let that aye be your border.