Wae is my heart
written in 1794
Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e; Lang, lang joys 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 loved; Love thou hast sorrows, and sair hae I proved: 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 wandring, and musing on me, Wha wad soon dry the tear frae his Phillis's e'e.