The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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SAE FAR AWA |
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SAE FAR AWA
I
O, sad and heavy should I partBut for her sake sae far awa,
Unknowing what my way may thwart—
My native land sae far awa.
II
Thou that of a' things Maker art,That formed this Fair sae far awa,
Gie body strength, then I'll ne'er start
At this my way sae far awa!
III
How true is love to pure desert!So mine in her sae far awa,
And nocht can heal my bosom's smart,
While, O, she is sae far awa!
IV
Nane other love, nane other dartI feel, but hers sae far awa;
But fairer never touched a heart,
Than hers, the Fair sae far awa.
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