Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 126. Lines written on a Bank-note |
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| WAE worth thy power, thou cursed leaf! | |
| Fell source o’ a’ my woe and grief! | |
| For lack o’ thee I’ve lost my lass! | |
| For lack o’ thee I scrimp my glass! | |
| I see the children of affliction | 5 |
| Unaided, through thy curst restriction: | |
| I’ve seen the oppressor’s cruel smile | |
| Amid his hapless victim’s spoil; | |
| And for thy potence vainly wished, | |
| To crush the villain in the dust: | 10 |
| For lack o’ thee, I leave this much-lov’d shore, | |
Never, perhaps, to greet old Scotland more.
R. B. | |
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