Robert Burns

Cursed be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal, to the tyrant wife,
Who read more

Cursed be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal, to the tyrant wife,
Who has no will but by her high permission;
Who has not sixpence but in her possession;
Who must to her his dear friend's secret tell;
Who dreads a curtain lecture worse than hell.
Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
I'd break her spirit or I'd break her heart.

Suspense is worse than disappointment.

Suspense is worse than disappointment.

Ah, gentle dames! it gars we greet,
To think how mony consels sweet,
How mony lengthened, sage read more

Ah, gentle dames! it gars we greet,
To think how mony consels sweet,
How mony lengthened, sage advices,
The husband frae the wife despises.

As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.

Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.