It's rainin'. Weet's the gairden sod, Weet the lang roads whaur gangrels plod A maist unceevil thing o' God In mid July -- If ye'll just curse the sneckdraw, dod! An' sae wull I! He's a braw place in Heev'n, ye ken, An' lea's us puir, forjaskit men Clamjamfried in the but and ben He ca's the earth -- A wee bit inconvenient den No muckle worth; An' whiles, at orra times, keeks out, Sees what puir mankind are about; An' if He can, I've little doubt, Upsets their plans; He hates a' mankind, brainch and root, An' a' that's man's. An' whiles, whan they tak heart again, An' life i' the sun looks braw an' plain, Doun comes a jaw o' droukin' rain Upon their honours -- God sends a spate outower the plain, Or mebbe thun'ers. Lord safe us, life's an unco thing! Simmer an' Winter, Yule an' Spring, The damned, dour-heartit seasons bring A feck o' trouble. I wadnae try't to be a king -- No, nor for double. But since we're in it, willy-nilly, We maun be watchfu,' wise an' skilly, An' no mind ony ither billy, Lassie nor God. But drink -- that's my best counsel till'e: Sae tak the nod. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HOSPITAL: 4. BEFORE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD by WALTER RALEIGH SONNET FROM JAPAN: 1. THE SPELL by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER HABAKKUK'S PRAYER by WILLIAM BROOME MY CHASTE MISTRESS by GOTTFRIED AUGUST BURGER APPLE-PARING NIGHT IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY PERSIAN [ORIENTAL] ECLOGUES: 4. AGIB AND SECANDER by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) |