Tune - "Go from my window, Love, do." <br /> <br />The sun he is sunk in the west, <br />All creatures retired to rest, <br />While here I sit, all sore beset, <br />With sorrow, grief, and woe: <br />And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! <br /> <br />The prosperous man is asleep, <br />Nor hears how the whirlwinds sweep; <br />But Misery and I must watch <br />The surly tempest blow: <br />And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! <br /> <br />There lies the dear partner of my breast; <br />Her cares for a moment at rest: <br />Must I see thee, my youthful pride, <br />Thus brought so very low! <br />And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! <br /> <br />There lie my sweet babies in her arms; <br />No anxious fear their little hearts alarms; <br />But for their sake my heart does ache, <br />With many a bitter throe: <br />And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! <br /> <br />I once was by Fortune carest: <br />I once could relieve the distrest: <br />Now life's poor support, hardly earn'd <br />My fate will scarce bestow: <br />And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! <br /> <br />No comfort, no comfort I have! <br />How welcome to me were the grave! <br />But then my wife and children dear- <br />O, wither would they go! <br />And it's O, fickle Fortune, O! <br /> <br />O whither, O whither shall I turn! <br />All friendless, forsaken, forlorn! <br />For, in this world, Rest or Peace <br />I never more shall know! <br />And it's O, fickle Fortune, O!<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-character-of-a-ruined-farmer/
