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. :||