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Man Was Made
to Mourn
by Robert Burns
(1759-1796)


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When chill November's surly blast
Made fields and forests bare,
One evening, as I wandered forth,
Along the bank of Ayr,
I spied a man, whose aged step
Seemed 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 began
To wander forth, with me, to mourn
The miseries of man!

"The sun that overhangs yon moors,
Outspreading far and wide,
Where hundreds labor to support
A haughty lordling's pride --
I've seen yon weary winter sun
Twice forty times return;
And every time has added proof
That 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 kind
Supported 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 great
Are likewise truly blest.
But, oh, what crowds in every land
Are 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 face
The smiles of love adorn,
Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!

"See yonder poor, o'erlabored wight,
So abject, mean and vile,
Who begs a brother of the earth
To give him leave to toil;
And see his lordly fellow-worm
The poor petition spurn,
Unmindful, 'though a weeping wife
And help less offspring mourn.

"If I'm designed you lording's slave --
By nature's law designed --
Why was a independent wish
E'er planted in my mind?
If not, why am I subject to
His 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 humankind
Is surely not the last!
The poor oppressed, yet honest man
Had never, sure, been born,
Had there not been some recompense
To comfort those that mourn!

"O death! the poor man's dearest friend,
The kindest and the best!
Welcome the hour my aged limbs
Are 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

so he converted?

roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 13:58 (nineteen years ago) link

Camera Obscura put the following to music last year as part of Peel's Burn's Night special:

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

Can't decide if this haircut is an S or D:
http://www.napier.tories.org.uk/burns.jpg

roxymuzak (roxymuzak), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:10 (nineteen years ago) link

it's pretty good

Stevem On X (blueski), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:12 (nineteen years ago) link

I think it would suit you. Why not print out the picture and show it to your barber?

alix (alix), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:13 (nineteen years ago) link

The chicks dug it

Dadaismus (Dada), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:14 (nineteen years ago) link

Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim'rous beastie,
O, what panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!
I'm truly sorry Man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
An' justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An' fellow-mortal!

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

WTF. Everyone can get emotional about Johnny Carson, but Robert Burns is met with sarcasm. First of all, "Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn" is a pretty good line of poetry. And "of mice and men" is also a widely referenced part of his work.
I am very hurt right now. It's Robert Burns birthday and i think you should all be with me, treasuring the bard, and loving his words for one day!

aimurchie, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:27 (nineteen years ago) link

Who's being sarcastic?

Dadaismugness (Dada), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:28 (nineteen years ago) link

You are.
Robert Burns poetry is as pertinent now as it was when he wrote it.

aimurchie, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:33 (nineteen years ago) link

I'm not being sarcastic, you, on the other hand are being a wee-bit precious, ye ken?

Dadaismugness (Dada), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:35 (nineteen years ago) link

http://www.inminds.co.uk/rabbi-burns-zionist-flag.jpg
Rabbi Burns

briania (briania), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:37 (nineteen years ago) link

I kinda sorta thought that Robert Burns poetry would be something that would provoke thought. To me, reading these words three hundred years later, is like ...Wow, we are exactly the same. If I am being precious, then I am guilty.

aimurchie, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:46 (nineteen years ago) link

I imagine the problem with the second poem is that most people can't understand it

Dadaismugness (Dada), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:48 (nineteen years ago) link

Well, somebody understood it enough to write a play about it.

aimurchie, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 14:54 (nineteen years ago) link

I think these poems are pertinent to our world. I'm sure i could dig up many texts that give words of wisdom to this modern world - however, it is Robert Burns birthday, and since he was a poet of the people HE shall be the one who speaks today.
Maybe we should have a thread for this? A "Poet Speaks" thread?
I thought that other people would feel moved by his words. To me, it's terrifying. Everything he says is happening now.
On a lighter note, "To A Mouse" has great resonance for me. I worked as a landscaper, and basically mowed a lot of lawns. I was mowing away one day, and interrupted the life of a mouse. The mouse ran in circles - I think the noise of the machine confused it - and I stood there, watching the mouse, feeling awful BUT knowing I had to mow the lawn. And all i could think of was "Wee slicket, cowering timorous beastie. oh what a panics in thy breastie..."
We both lived, that day. I will never forget that mouse.
I'm sure the mouse does not remember me.

aimurchie, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 15:47 (nineteen years ago) link

I will be toasting Mr. Burns this evening, so I'm with you aimurchie!

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

"To a Louse" is even better

Dadaismugness (Dada), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 16:12 (nineteen years ago) link

That makes me cry. Seriously. That is so beautiful and touching. With all of the bad things in the world, it's nice to know a boy can please his dad and that the pleasure became pride.
Have fun tonight. Eat some haggis for me. Drink lots of whiskey as well.

aimurchie, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 16:28 (nineteen years ago) link

... oops, drink lots of WHISKY not whiskey!

Dadaismugness (Dada), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 16:32 (nineteen years ago) link

He was a pretty fair songwriter too:


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

"tapsalteerie, o."
Even I, a Burns wannabe, cannot fathom this. BUT I think it should become part of the ILExicon.

aimurchie, Tuesday, 25 January 2005 17:18 (nineteen years ago) link

... and by the way, non-Scottish people, it's Auld Lang Syne NOT Auld Lang Zyne.

Rabbieismus (Dada), Tuesday, 25 January 2005 19:27 (nineteen years ago) link

WTF. Everyone can get emotional about Johnny Carson, but Robert Burns is met with sarcasm.

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

Well It is Mr Burns Birthday, and maybe we can all just try to get along.
When Johnny Carsons birthday comes along I promise to honor him.

aimurchie, Wednesday, 26 January 2005 00:33 (nineteen years ago) link

Naturally "tapsalteerie" means topsy-turvy. I mean, what happens to YOUR warly cares when your put your arms aboot your dearie-o in the e'en?

everything, Wednesday, 26 January 2005 20:12 (nineteen years ago) link

I had me some haggis today.
So good.

Thermo Thinwall (Thermo Thinwall), Wednesday, 26 January 2005 20:52 (nineteen years ago) link

eleven years pass...

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

three years pass...

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

eleven months pass...

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

two years pass...

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

one year passes...

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


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