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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 bruised 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.