
The speaker laments to his mother that she has borne him into a life of conflict. Though he has neither lent money for profit nor borrowed from others, he is hated, insulted, and scorned. Rejected by Fortune and denied coin, he is continually abused and mocked by both lads and lasses.
By Robert Burns · First published 1808 · Genre: Poetry, Biblical Paraphrase, Religious Poetry · 134 words
Paraphrase of Jeremiah, 15th Chap., 10th verse.
Ah, woe is me, my mother dear! / A man of strife ye've born me: / For sair contention I maun bear; / They hate, revile, and scorn me.
I ne'er could lend on bill or band, / That five per cent. might blest me; / And borrowing, on the tither hand, / The deil a ane wad trust me.
Yet I, a coin-denied wight, / By Fortune quite discarded; / Ye see how I am, day and night, / By lad and lass blackguarded!
Ah, Woe is me, my Mother Dear is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Burns, dated 1808 CE.
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Scottish vernacular poetry · paraphrase of Jeremiah · biblical adaptation · lament · complaint poem · maternal address · social conflict · ostracism · public scorn · insults and ridicule · misfortune · Fortune