To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough, November, 1785
hou maun live!
a daimen icker in a thrave
's a sma' request;
i'll get a blessin wi' the ve,
an' never miss't!
thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
it's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
an' hing, now, to big a new ane,
o' foggage green!
an' bleak december's winds ensuin,
baith snell an' keen!
thou saw the fields id bare an' waste,
an' weary winter in fast,
an' cozie here, beh the bst,
thou thought to dwell—
till crash! the cruel coulter past
out thro' thy c
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