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Tune-"Seventh of November."
The day returns, my bosom burns, / The blissful day we twa did meet: / Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd, / Ne'er summer-sun was half sae sweet. / Than a' the pride that loads the tide, / And crosses o'er the sultry line; / Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes, / Heav'n gave me more-it made thee mine!
While day and night can bring delight, / Or Nature aught of pleasure give; / While joys above my mind can move, / For thee, and thee alone, I live. / When that grim foe of life below / Comes in between to make us part, / The iron hand that breaks our band, / It breaks my bliss-it breaks my heart!