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Слушать(AI)A Jeremiad
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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 bond
That, five per cent, might blest me;
And borrowing, on the t’other 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.
