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| ’TIS sair to dream o’ them we like, | |
| That waking we sall never see; | |
| Yet, oh! how kindly was the smile | |
| My laddie in my sleep gave me! | |
| I thought we sat beside the burn | 5 |
| That wimples down the flowery glen, | |
| Where, in our early days o’ love, | |
| We met that ne’er sall meet again! | |
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| The simmer sun sank ’neath the wave, | |
| And gladden’d, wi’ his parting ray, | 10 |
| The woodland wild and valley green, | |
| Fast fading into gloamin’ grey. | |
| He talk’d of days o’ future joy, | |
| And yet my heart was haflins sair, | |
| For when his eye it beam’d on me, | 15 |
| A withering death-glance was there! | |
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| I thought him dead and then I thought | |
| That life was young and love was free, | |
| For o’er our heads the mavis sang, | |
| And hameward hied the janty bee! | 20 |
| We pledged our love and plighted troth, | |
| But cauld, cauld was the kiss he gave, | |
| When starting from my dream, I found | |
| His troth was plighted to the grave! | |
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| I canna weep, for hope is fled, | 25 |
| And nought would do but silent mourn, | |
| Were’t no for dreams that should na come, | |
| To whisper back my love’s return; | |
| ’Tis sair to dream o’ them we like, | |
| That waking we sall never see; | 30 |
| Yet, oh! how kindly was the smile | |
| My laddie in my sleep gave me! | |
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