NEVER PLEASED
Greatly annoyed, and grumbling again –
Some folk are no’ pleased ’cause it’s pouring o’ rain,
But there ne’er was a storm, that ever I’ve mind,
But aye brocht a glint o’ lovely sunshine.
But such is life, wherever ye gang,
There’s always a somebody wi’ a pityfu’ sang.
When it’s fine, lovely weather, bright as can be,
An’ the beauties o’ nature pleasant to see –
When the trade’s at its best an’ wages increased,
There’s always a somebody that never is pleased.
But such is life, wherever ye gang,
There’s always a somebody wi’ a pitifu’ sang.
When suspended from work, little cash in your purse,
There’s always a somebody that seems to be worse,
Tho’ oot-at-the-elbow, and scanty your fare,
Ye maun aye contribute relief to the puir,
But such is life, wherever you gang,
There’s always a somebody wi’ a pitifu’ sang.
Why should this be in this land of ours,
’Mid the richest of perfume of sweet scented flowers?
The land that produces a rich millionaire
Should never require an almshouse for the puir.
But such is life, wherever you gang,
There’s always a somebody wi’ a pitifu’ sang.
