This group may well close with his great hymn of general allegiance to the sex. GREEN GROW THE RASHES Green grow the rashes, O, Green grow the rashes, O; cold direction shelter Equally personal, but not connected with love, are a few autobiographical poems of which the following are typical. The third of these, though prosaic enough, is interesting as perhaps Burns's most elaborate summing up of the philosophy of his own career. sir make, aspread faults, worse cheerful meet spank bowl of good ale sometimes soldier, fight pocket dare twelvemonth, lot solders Who the devil stumble, stagger 'Guid faith,' quo' scho, 'I doubt you, stir, But twenty fauts ye may hae waur, So blessings on thee, Robin!' CONTENTED WI' LITTLE Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair, I gie them a skelp, as they're creepin' alang, I whyles claw the elbow o' troublesome thought; My mirth and gude humour are coin in my pouch, A night o' gude fellowship sowthers it a'; Blind Chance, let her snapper and stoyte on her way, MY FATHER WAS A FARMER My Father was a Farmer upon the Carrick border, O, thing, O, For without an honest manly heart, no man was worth regarding, O. Then out into the world my course I did determine, O; Tho' to be rich was not my wish, yet to be great was charming, 0: My talents they were not the worst, nor yet my education, O; Resolv'd was I, at least to try, to mend my situation, O. In many a way, and vain essay, I courted Fortune's favour, 0: Some cause unseen still stept between to frustrate each endeavour, O; Sometimes by foes I was o'erpower'd, sometimes by friends forsaken, O; And when my hope was at the top, I still was worst mistaken, O. Then sore harass'd, and tir'd at last, with Fortune's vain delusion, O, I dropt my schemes, like idle dreams, and came to this conclusion, O— The past was bad, and the future hid; its good or ill untried, O; But the present hour was in my pow'r, and so I would enjoy it, O. No help, nor hope, nor view had I, nor person to befriend me, O; So I must toil, and sweat and broil, and labour to sustain me, O; To plough and sow, to reap and mow, my father bred me early, O; For one, he said, to labour bred, was a match for For tune fairly, O. |