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Tune The Weaver and his Shuttle O	A
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I	-
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My father was a farmer	B
Upon the Carrick border O	A
And carefully he bred me	C
In decency and order O	A
He bade me act a manly part	D
Though I had ne'er a farthing O	A
For without an honest manly heart	D
No man was worth regarding O	A
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II	-
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Then out into the world	E
My course I did determine O	A
Tho' to be rich was not my wish	F
yet to be great was charming O	A
My talents they were not the worst	G
Nor yet my education O	A
Resolv'd was I at least to try	-
To mend my situation O	A
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III	-
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In many a way and vain essay	H
I courted fortune's favour O	A
Some cause unseen still stept between	I
To frustrate each endeavour O	A
Sometimes by foes I was o'erpower'd	G
Sometimes by friends forsaken O	A
And when my hope was at the top	J
I still was worst mistaken O	A
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IV	K
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Then sore harass'd and tir'd at last	G
With fortune's vain delusion O	A
I dropt my schemes like idle dreams	L
And came to this conclusion O	A
The past was bad and the future hid	G
Its good or ill untried O	A
But the present hour was in my pow'r	M
And so I would enjoy it O	A
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V	K
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No help nor hope nor view had I	-
Nor person to befriend me O	A
So I must toil and sweat and broil	N
And labour to sustain me O	A
To plough and sow to reap and mow	A
My father bred me early O	A
For one he said to labour bred	G
Was a match for fortune fairly O	A
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VI	-
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Thus all obscure unknown and poor	O
Thro' life I'm doom'd to wander O	A
Till down my weary bones I lay	H
In everlasting slumber O	A
No view nor care but shun whate'er	B
Might breed me pain or sorrow O	A
I live to day as well's I may	H
Regardless of to morrow O	A
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VII	-
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But cheerful still I am as well	P
As a monarch in a palace O	A
Tho' Fortune's frown still hunts me down	Q
With all her wonted malice O	A
I make indeed my daily bread	G
But ne'er can make it farther O	A
But as daily bread is all I need	G
I do not much regard her O	A
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VIII	-
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When sometimes by my labour	R
I earn a little money O	A
Some unforeseen misfortune	S
Comes gen'rally upon me O	A
Mischance mistake or by neglect	G
Or my goodnatur'd folly O	A
But come what will I've sworn it still	T
I'll ne'er be melancholy O	A
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IX	L
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All you who follow wealth and power	B
With unremitting ardour O	A
The more in this you look for bliss	L
You leave your view the farther O	A
Had you the wealth Potosi boasts	L
Or nations to adorn you O	A
A cheerful honest hearted clown	Q
I will prefer before you O	A

Robert Burns

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