THE TEAR-DROP THE TEAR-DROP WAE is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e; Love, thou hast pleasures, and deep hae I lov'd; Oh, if I were-where happy I hae been- 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, 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, Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, Where is thy place of blissful rest? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast? MONTGOMERIE'S PEGGY 1 ALTHO' my bed were in yon muir, Had I my dear Montgomerie's Peggy. When o'er the hill beat surly storms, Were I a Baron proud and high, And horse and servants waiting ready; 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. |