Last night I sat and watch'dBeside a comrade's bed--An' a' was still, within an' out,Save the watch-beat overhead;My thochts gaed back and fore,Frae now to "ould lang syne,"--Till a' resolved to this at last,"Was ever luck like mine?"
A voice then struck my ear--Sae weary an' sae wae--In words I couldna choose but hear,And "helpless," thrice did say;I mark'd the sufferer's face,Read pain in ilka line--A taunting spirit in me asked,"Was ever luck like thine?"
This touch'd me to the heart--I weaken'd richt awa--I couldna thole to see my caseCompared wi' his ava.And sae a lesson's taught,That we should never tine--However hard your lot may be,There's ithers waur than thine!
