Classic Poem

I.

I hae a burden on my back
O' mony sins and woes:
The sins I loved — the woes are dear,
And they 're a' my ain — God knows!

II.

It 's a' my ain the weary load
That bends baith back and mind
And like an empty ghost I 'd be
If I left my pack behind.

III.

There 's nane but has their hump o' care
Save them that never focht —
The feckless kind that downa dare
A thing that 's worth a thocht.