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[00:00.75]　To a Mouse by Robert Burns - Peter Capaldi
[00:02.10]Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
[00:04.81]O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
[00:08.58]Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
[00:12.07]Wi' bickering brattle!
[00:15.07]I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee
[00:17.03]Wi' murd'ring pattle!
[00:20.88]I'm truly sorry man's dominion,
[00:23.30]Has broken nature's social union,
[00:26.28]An' justifies that ill opinion,
[00:29.55]What makes thee startle
[00:31.34]At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
[00:36.15]An' fellow-mortal!
[00:39.63]I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;
[00:42.92]What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
[00:47.01]A daimen icker in a thrave
[00:49.73]'S a sma' request;
[00:53.03]I'll get a blessin wi' the lave,
[00:53.99]An' never miss't!
[00:56.77]Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!
[00:59.97]It's silly wa's the win's are strewin!
[01:03.54]An' naething, now, to big a new ane,
[01:05.56]O' foggage green!
[01:07.32]An' bleak December's winds ensuin,
[01:11.01]Baith snell an' keen!
[01:15.78]Thou saw the fields laid bare an' waste,
[01:18.19]An' weary winter comin fast,
[01:21.34]An' cozie here, beneath the blast,
[01:23.82]Thou thought to dwell -
[01:25.12]Till crash! the cruel coulter past
[01:27.61]Out thro' thy cell.
[01:29.42]That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble,
[01:31.46]Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!
[01:34.27]Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
[01:36.33]But house or hald,
[01:38.74]To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
[01:41.30]An' cranreuch cauld!
[01:44.46]But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
[01:47.59]In proving foresight may be vain;
[01:51.33]The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men
[01:53.81]Gang aft agley,
[01:56.64]An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
[01:59.82]For promis'd joy!
[02:03.17]Still thou art blest, compar'd wi' me;
[02:06.72]The present only toucheth thee:
[02:11.00]But och! I backward cast my e'e,
[02:15.72]On prospects dreaer!
[02:17.20]An' forward, tho' I canna see,
[02:19.85]I guess an' fear!