Alake! sae sweet a tree as love, Sic bitter fruit should bear! Alake, that e'er a merry a--e, Should draw a sa'tty tear. An' wha'll m-w me now, my jo, An' wha'll m-w me now: A sodger wi' his bandileers Has bang'd my belly fu'. But deevil damn the lousy loun, Denies the bairn he got! Or lea's the merry a--e he lo'ed To wear a ragged coat! An' wha'll, &c. -- Burns --- Joe Fineman joe_f@verizon.net ||: When you try to grab power, you should find a piece of it come off in your hand. :||
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