FICKLE FORTUNE Fain would I say, "Forgive my foul offence Then how should I for heavenly mercy pray O Thou, great Governor of all below! Thy nod can make the tempest cease to blow, Fickle Fortune-"A Fragment."1 THOUGH fickle Fortune has deceived me, I'll act with prudence as far 's I'm able, 1 Of the same period. Burns quotes an old verse which he imitated: un fortunately the rest of the "auld sang" has perished. "I'LL GO AND BE A SODGER" Raging Fortune-Fragment of Song.1 O RAGING Fortune's withering blast My stem was fair, my bud was green, But luckless Fortune's northern storms But luckless Fortune's northern storms Impromptu "I'll go and be a Sodger."2 O WHY the deuce should I repine, I gat some gear wi' mickle carc, But now it's gane, and something mair— 1 This is of the same period and inspiration. The hypochondria is vanquished in this piece, assigned by Mr Scott Douglas to Burns's return home from Irvine, in 1782. "NO CHURCHMAN AM I" Song "No Churchman am I.”1 Tune-"Prepare, my dear Brethren, to the tavern let's fly." No churchman am I for to rail and to write, The peer I don't envy, I give him his bow; Here passes the squire on his brother-his horse; The wife of my bosom, alas! she did die; I once was persuaded a venture to make; "Life's cares they are comforts -a maxim laid down By the Bard, what d'ye call him, that wore the black gown; And faith I agree with th' old prig to a hair, For a big-belly'd bottle's a heav'n of a care. 1 Written on a hint from an old song with a similar refrain. "A Club of good fellows," whereof Burns was part, was formed at Tarbolton, for purposes of convivial discussion, before Burns went to Irvine. He therefore calls his admired Young "an old prig." MY FATHER WAS A FARMER A STANZA ADDED IN A MASON LODGE. Then fill up a bumper and make it o'erflow, My Father was a Farmer.1 Tune-"The weaver and his shuttle, O." My father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O, He bade me act a manly part, though I had ne'er a farthing, 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, O; 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, O; 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; 1 Here we have the festal, not the moral side of life at Tarbolton or at Irvine, a melancholy reaction from melancholy. The omission of the final "O" of each line by Scott Douglas rather destroys the force of the poet's description of this piece as a "wild rhapsody." In the first line of verse 2 world is a dissyllable: the addition of at length in some editions is unnecessary. MY FATHER WAS A FARMER 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, Ó. No help, nor hope, nor view had I, nor person to befriend me, O; So I must toil, and sweat, and moil, and labour to sustain me, 0; 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 Fortune fairly, O. Thus all obscure, unknown, and poor, thro' life I'm doom'd to wander, O, Till down my weary bones I lay in everlasting slumber, 0: No view nor care, but shun whate'er might breed me pain or sorrow, O; 0; I live to-day as well's I may, regardless of to-morrow, 0. But cheerful still, I am as well as a monarch in his palace, O, Tho' Fortune's frown still hunts me down, with all her wonted malice, 0: I make indeed my daily bread, but ne'er can make it farther, O: But as daily bread is all I need, I do not much regard her, O. When sometimes by my labour, I earn a little money, O, All you who follow wealth and power with unremitting ardour, O, The more in this you look for bliss, you leave your view the farther, O: Had you the wealth Potosi boasts, or nations to adore you, O, A cheerful honest-hearted clown I will prefer before you, O. |