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WAE is my heart, and the tear’s in my e’e;
Lang, lang has Joy been a stranger to me:
Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear,
And the sweet voice o’ Pity ne’er sounds in my ear.


Love thou hast pleasures, and deep hae I luv’d;
Love, thou hast sorrows, and sair hae I pruv’d;
But this bruisèd heart that now bleeds in my breast,
I can feel, by its throbbings, will soon be at rest.


Oh, if I were—where happy I hae been—
Down by yon stream, and yon bonie castle-green;
For there he is wand’ring and musing on me,
Wha wad soon dry the tear-drop that clings to my e’e.

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