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i hae a wife and twa wee laddies;

they maun hae brose and brats o' duddies;

ye ken yoursels my heart right proud is—

i need na vaunt

but i'll sned besoms, thraw saugh 18wendies,

before they want.

lord help me thro' this warld o' care!

i'm weary sick o't late and air!

not but i hae a richer share

than mony ithers;

but why should ae man better fare,

and a' men brithers?

come, firm resolve, take thou the van,

thou stalk o' carl-hemp in man!

and let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan

a lady fair:

wha does the utmost that he can,

will whiles do mair.

but to conclude my silly rhyme

(i'm scant o' verse and scant o' time),

to make a happy fireside clime

to weans and wife,

that's the true pathos and sublime

of human life.

my compliments to sister beckie,

and eke the same to honest lucky;

i wat she is a daintie chuckie,

as e'er tread clay;

and gratefully, my gude auld cockie,

i'm yours for aye.

robert burns.