But mousie thou art blessed compared wi me, The present barely toucheth thee; But och! I backward cast my e’e, On prospects drear. An forward though I canna see, I guess and fear.
The best laid schemes O’ mice and men gang aft agley – and lea’ us nowt but grief and pain for promised joy. An forward though we canna see, we guess and fear.
Wee sleekit cowrin’ timorous beastie, Oh what a panic’s in thy breastie, Thy needna start awa’ sae hastie, wi bick’rin brattle! I wad be laith to rin an chase thee, wi murdrin pattle! I’m truly sorry man’s dominion Has broken nature’s social union, And justifies that ill opinion, which maks thee startle At me,… Continue reading We guess and fear..