Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear

Paraphrase of Jeremiah, 15th Chap., 10th verse.

      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-denied wight,      By Fortune quite discarded;      Ye see how I am, day and night,      By lad and lass blackguarded!