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THE TEAR-DROP

THE TEAR-DROP

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 lov'd;
Love, thou hast sorrows, and sair hae I prov'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.

TO MARY IN HEAVEN

THOU ling'ring star, with less'ning ray,
That lov'st to greet the early morn,
Again thou usher'st in the day

My Mary from my soul was torn.

O Mary! dear departed shade!

Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid?

Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?

That sacred hour can I forget?

Can I forget the hallow'd grove, Where, by the winding Ayr, we met, To live one day of parting love? Eternity can not efface

Those records dear of transports past,

Thy image at our last embrace,

Ah, little thought we 'twas our last!

Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore,

O'erhung with wild-woods, thickening green;

The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar, 'Twin'd amorous round the raptur'd scene:

TO MARY IN HEAVEN

The flowers sprang wanton to be prest,
The birds sang love on every spray;
Till too, too soon, the glowing west,
Proclaim'd the speed of wingèd day.

Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes,
And fondly broods with miser-care;
Time but th' impression stronger makes,
As streams their channels deeper wear.
My Mary! dear departed shade!

Where is thy place of blissful rest?
See'st thou thy lover lowly laid?

Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?

MONTGOMERIE'S PEGGY 1

ALTHO' my bed were in yon muir,
Amang the heather, in my plaidie;
Yet happy, happy would I be,

Had I my dear Montgomerie's Peggy.

When o'er the hill beat surly storms,
And winter nights were dark and rainy;
I'd seek some dell, and in my arms
I'd shelter dear Montgomerie's Peggy.

Were I a Baron proud and high,

And horse and servants waiting ready;
Then a' 'twad gie o' joy to me,-

The sharin't with Montgomerie's Peggy.

A lady with whom Burns had a very warm friendship which might have developed into love but for the fact that she was already engaged to another. She lived at Montgomery Castle.

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-"Lament for James, Earl of Glencairn."

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