Man Was Madeto Mournby Robert Burns(1759-1796)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------When chill November's surly blastMade fields and forests bare,One evening, as I wandered forth,Along the bank of Ayr,I spied a man, whose aged stepSeemed weary, worn with care;His face was furrowed o'er with years,And hoary was his hair.
"Young stranger, whither wanderest thou?"Began the reverend sage;"Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain,Or youthful pleasure's rage? Or haply, prest with cares and woes,Too soon thou has beganTo wander forth, with me, to mournThe miseries of man!
"The sun that overhangs yon moors,Outspreading far and wide,Where hundreds labor to supportA haughty lordling's pride --I've seen yon weary winter sunTwice forty times return;And every time has added proofThat man was made to mourn.
"O man, while in the early years,How prodigal of time!Misspending all thy precious hours,Thy glorious youthful prime!Alternate follies take the sway:Licentious passions burn;Which ten-fold force gives nature's law,That man was made to mourn.
"Look not alone on youthful prime,Or manhood's active might; Men then is useful to his kindSupported in his right; But see him on the edge of life,With cares and sorrows worn,Then age and want, O ill-matched pair!Show man was made to mourn.
"A few seem favorites of fate,In pleasure's lap carest;Yet think not all the rich and greatAre likewise truly blest.But, oh, what crowds in every landAre wretched and forlorn!Through weary life this lesson learn --That man was made to mourn.
"Many and sharp the numerous ills,Inwoven with our frame!More pointed still we make ourselves,Regret, remorse, and shame!And man, whose heaven-erected faceThe smiles of love adorn,Man's inhumanity to manMakes countless thousands mourn!
"See yonder poor, o'erlabored wight,So abject, mean and vile,Who begs a brother of the earthTo give him leave to toil;And see his lordly fellow-wormThe poor petition spurn,Unmindful, 'though a weeping wifeAnd help less offspring mourn.
"If I'm designed you lording's slave --By nature's law designed --Why was a independent wishE'er planted in my mind?If not, why am I subject toHis cruelty and scorn? Or why has man the will and power To make his fellow mourn?
"Yet let not this too much, my son,Disturb thy youthful breast:This partial view of humankindIs surely not the last! The poor oppressed, yet honest manHad never, sure, been born,Had there not been some recompenseTo comfort those that mourn!
"O death! the poor man's dearest friend,The kindest and the best!Welcome the hour my aged limbsAre laid with thee at rest!The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow,From pomp and pleasure torn;But, oh, a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn!"
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― aimurchie, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 13:51 (nineteen years ago) link
― roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 13:58 (nineteen years ago) link
When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!
Cock up your beaver, and cock it fu' sprush,We'll over the border, and gie them a brush;There's somebody there we'll teach better behaviour,Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!
― koogs (koogs), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:00 (nineteen years ago) link
― roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:10 (nineteen years ago) link
― Stevem On X (blueski), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:12 (nineteen years ago) link
― alix (alix), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:13 (nineteen years ago) link
― Dadaismus (Dada), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:14 (nineteen years ago) link
I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve; What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! A daimen-icker in a thrave 'S a sma' request: I'll get a blessin wi' the lave, An' never miss't!
Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin! It's silly wa's the win's are strewin! An' naething, now, to big a new ane, O' foggage green! An' bleak December's winds ensuin, Baith snell an' keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an' wast, An' weary Winter comin fast, An' cozie here, beneath the blast, Thou thought to dwell, Till crash! the cruel coulter past Out thro' thy cell.
That wee-bit heap o' leaves an' stibble, Has cost thee monie a weary nibble! Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, But house or hald. To thole the Winter's sleety dribble, An' cranreuch cauld!
But Mousie, thou are no thy-lane, In proving foresight may be vain: The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy!
Still, thou art blest, compar'd wi' me! The present only toucheth thee: But Och! I backward cast my e'e, On prospects drear! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear!
― aimurchie, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:14 (nineteen years ago) link
― aimurchie, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:27 (nineteen years ago) link
― Dadaismugness (Dada), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:28 (nineteen years ago) link
― aimurchie, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:33 (nineteen years ago) link
― Dadaismugness (Dada), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:35 (nineteen years ago) link
― briania (briania), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:37 (nineteen years ago) link
― aimurchie, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:46 (nineteen years ago) link
― Dadaismugness (Dada), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:48 (nineteen years ago) link
― aimurchie, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:54 (nineteen years ago) link
― aimurchie, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 15:47 (nineteen years ago) link
When I was a wee lad, I got a calligraphy set as a Christmas gift which I quite liked. I got pretty good at it, and my dad asked if I would write out "To A Mouse" for him. I did a pretty good job, and he had it framed. He still has it on a wall in his basement.
― Rob Bolton (Rob Bolton), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 16:11 (nineteen years ago) link
― Dadaismugness (Dada), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 16:12 (nineteen years ago) link
― aimurchie, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 16:28 (nineteen years ago) link
― Dadaismugness (Dada), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 16:32 (nineteen years ago) link
Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, O.
There's nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O; What signifies the life o' man, An' 'twere na for the lasses, O. Green grow, etc
The warly race may riches chase, An' riches still may fly them, O; An' tho' at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O. Green grow, etc
But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my Dearie, O; An' warly cares an' warly men, May a' gae tapsalteerie, O! Green grow, etc
For you sae douse, ye sneer at this, Ye're nought but senseless asses, O; The wisest Man the warl' saw, He dearly lov'd the lasses, O. Green grow, etc
Auld Nature swears, the lovely Dears Her noblest work she classes, O; Her prentice han' she try'd on man, An' then she made the lasses, O. Green grow, etc
― everything, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 16:57 (nineteen years ago) link
― aimurchie, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 17:18 (nineteen years ago) link
― Rabbieismus (Dada), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 19:27 (nineteen years ago) link
Well, Johnny Carson did just die, and he played a role in people's lives. Burns died a long time ago and for most people has played a much smaller role. Therefore he's treated less with the emotional respect that you treat the dearly departed, but rather with the playfulness that most subjects are treated to here.
Nothing against Mr. Burns.
― Casuistry (Chris P), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 00:07 (nineteen years ago) link
― aimurchie, Wednesday, 26 January 2005 00:33 (nineteen years ago) link
― everything, Wednesday, 26 January 2005 20:12 (nineteen years ago) link
― Thermo Thinwall (Thermo Thinwall), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 20:52 (nineteen years ago) link
Burns Night, is it anything more than an excuse for a bunch of bourgeois blowhards to gather together in an attempt to prove themselves more Scottish than you are? Meanwhile, here's the real deal...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZ7oYCx6tBw
― Eats like Elvis, shits like De Niro (Tom D.), Wednesday, 25 January 2017 18:17 (seven years ago) link
Burns Night, is it anything more than an excuse for a bunch of bourgeois blowhards to gather together in an attempt to prove themselves more Scottish than you are?
I think not.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixbmlwFR2BM
― Frozen Mug (Tom D.), Saturday, 25 January 2020 11:00 (four years ago) link
I'm in a Wetherspoons in Wood Green which is enjoining us to Celebrate Burns' Week. By the way, Wood Green what a fucking lifeless dump of a place.
― Duncan Disorderly (Tom D.), Sunday, 26 January 2020 16:48 (four years ago) link
great revives
― chapoquidditch (bizarro gazzara), Sunday, 26 January 2020 16:53 (four years ago) link
And Wetherspoons, so many sad lost men sitting on their own. I'm not lost, btw, hop on the 29 and I'm home.
― Duncan Disorderly (Tom D.), Sunday, 26 January 2020 16:57 (four years ago) link
I'd guess they are more concerned with drinking themselves to oblivion than some Burns themed neeps n tatties meal deal.
― calzino, Sunday, 26 January 2020 17:06 (four years ago) link
Add haggis to any meal or breakfast (248 kcal) £1.00
― Duncan Disorderly (Tom D.), Sunday, 26 January 2020 17:09 (four years ago) link
Very aptly it's also John Cooper Clarke's birthday today!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jaQCrleQrZ4
― Waterloo Subset (Tom D.), Monday, 25 January 2021 13:23 (three years ago) link
It was a favourite song of mum's.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5gesVr9qrk
― Maggot Bairn (Tom D.), Wednesday, 25 January 2023 18:35 (one year ago) link
It's January 25th again.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rB9NO8AFN1g
― Bulky Pee Pants (Tom D.), Thursday, 25 January 2024 10:54 (two months ago) link