To a Mouse-Frederick Worlock

[ti:To a Mouse] [ar:Frederick Worlock] [al:Poetry of Robert Burns] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]To a Mouse - Frederick Worlock [00:00.56]Wee sleekit cowran tim'rous beastie [00:03.21]O what a panic's in thy breastie [00:06.26]Thou need na start awa sae hasty [00:08.76]Wi' bickering brattle [00:09.90] [00:10.59]I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee [00:13.03]Wi' murd'ring pattle [00:14.42] [00:15.79]I'm truly sorry Man's dominion [00:18.84]Has broken Nature's social union [00:21.63]An' justifies that ill opinion [00:24.20]Which makes thee startle [00:25.35]At me thy poor earth-born companion [00:28.92]An' fellow-mortal [00:29.59] [00:32.52]I doubt na whyles but thou may thieve [00:35.05] [00:35.59]What then poor beastie thou maun live [00:38.59]A daimen-icker in a thrave 'S a sma' request [00:41.79] [00:42.37]I'll get a blessin wi' the lave [00:44.50]An' never miss't [00:45.63] [00:46.87]Thy wee-bit housie too in ruin [00:49.86]It's silly wa's the win's are strewin [00:52.96]An' naething now to big a new ane [00:55.64]O' foggage green [00:56.63] [00:57.28]An' bleak December's winds ensuin [01:00.97]Baith snell an' keen [01:02.66] [01:04.02]Thou saw the fields laid bare an' wast [01:06.80]An' weary Winter comin fast [01:08.86] [01:09.55]An' cozie here beneath the blast [01:11.91]Thou thought to dwell [01:13.90]Till crash the cruel coulter past [01:17.55]Out thro' thy cell [01:19.01] [01:20.52]That wee-bit heap o' leaves an' stibble [01:23.27]Has cost thee monie a weary nibble [01:25.70] [01:26.29]Now thou's turn'd out for a' thy trouble [01:29.60]But house or hald [01:31.18]To thole the Winter's sleety dribble [01:34.30]An' cranreuch cauld [01:36.12] [01:38.11]But Mousie thou are no thy-lane [01:41.88]In proving foresight may be vain [01:44.24] [01:44.96]The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men [01:47.95]Gang aft agley [01:49.14] [01:50.42]An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain [01:53.61] [01:54.24]For promis'd joy [01:55.50] [01:57.36]Still thou art blest compar'd wi' me [02:00.92] [02:02.20]The present only toucheth thee [02:04.35] [02:05.55]But Och I backward cast my e'e [02:08.61]On prospects drear [02:10.15] [02:11.76]An' forward tho' I canna see [02:14.32] [02:15.91]I guess an' fear