Fickle Fortune
By Robert Burns
Though fickle fortune has deceived me,
She promis'd fair and perform'd but ill;
Of mistress, friends, and wealth bereav'd me,
Yet I bear a heart shall support me still.
I'll act with prudence as far 's I'm able,
But, if success I must never find,
Then come misfortune, I bid thee welcome,
I'll meet thee with an undaunted mind.
Source Book
The Poetical Works Of Robert Burns
by Robert Burns
Copyright 1910
Published by Ward, Lock, and Co., Ltd
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