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VERSES, ADDED TO BURNS'S “OVER THE FORTH.”
His face like the morn, or the rose newly blown,
His hair like the blackbird that skims o'er the lee;
His person is fine, an' his heart it is kin',
An' sweet is the blink o' his dark rollin' e'e.
His hair like the blackbird that skims o'er the lee;
His person is fine, an' his heart it is kin',
An' sweet is the blink o' his dark rollin' e'e.
But where shall I find ought to figure his mind,
Or equal his valour or true love to me;
But his fortune was hard, an' his frien's broke their word,
That has forc'd him to lea'e his dear baby an' me.
Or equal his valour or true love to me;
But his fortune was hard, an' his frien's broke their word,
That has forc'd him to lea'e his dear baby an' me.
What thoughts did I feel when he bade me fareweel,
While the grief partin' tear it did start in our e'e;
How my heart it did beat when I view'd the sad fate,
That tore him for ay frae his ain country.
While the grief partin' tear it did start in our e'e;
How my heart it did beat when I view'd the sad fate,
That tore him for ay frae his ain country.
Now day gi'es nae joy but to gaze on my boy,
An' night brings nae comfort but tears to my e'e;
In sorrow I'll mourn, for he ne'er can return;
Far far does he roam frae his baby an' me.
An' night brings nae comfort but tears to my e'e;
In sorrow I'll mourn, for he ne'er can return;
Far far does he roam frae his baby an' me.
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