Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 497. Song—The Tear-drop—“Wae is my heart” |
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| 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. | |
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| Love thou hast pleasures, and deep hae I luv’d; | 5 |
| Love, thou hast sorrows, and sair hae I pruv’d; | |
| But this bruisèd heart that now bleeds in my breast, | |
| I can feel, by its throbbings, will soon be at rest. | |
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| Oh, if I were—where happy I hae been— | |
| Down by yon stream, and yon bonie castle-green; | 10 |
| For there he is wand’ring and musing on me, | |
| Wha wad soon dry the tear-drop that clings to my e’e. | |
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