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Robert Burns - The Tear-drop
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Wae is my heart, and the tear`s in my e`e; 
Lang lang Joy`s 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 bruised heart that now bleeds in my breast, 
I can feel by its throbbings, will soon be at rest. 
 
Of, 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 frae his Phillis` e`e
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