
To a Mouse
by Robert Burns
On Turning her up in her Nest, with the Plough, November 1785.
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie, ◦ little, sleek, cowering, timorous O, what a panic’s in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi’ bickerin brattle! ◦ noisy rush I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee Wi’ murd’ring pattle! ◦ pattle = paddle = plow’s blade I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion Has broken Nature’s social union, An’ justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle, At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, An’ fellow-mortal! I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve; What then? poor beastie, thou maun live! A daimen-icker in a thrave ◦ a stray-grain in a large store ’S a sma’ request: of twenty-four sheaves I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave, ◦ lave = remainder An’ never miss ’t! Thy wee-bit housie, too, in r…
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