The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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WHERE ARE THE JOYS |
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WHERE ARE THE JOYS
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Where are the joys I hae met in the morning,That danc'd to the lark's early sang?
Where is the peace that awaited my wand'ring
At e'ening the wild-woods amang?
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Nae mair a-winding the course o' yon riverAnd marking sweet flowerets sae fair,
Nae mair I trace the light footsteps o' Pleasure,
But Sorrow and sad-sighing Care.
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Is it that Summer's forsaken our vallies,And grim, surly Winter is near?
No, no, the bees humming round the gay roses
Proclaim it the pride o' the year.
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Fain wad I hide what I fear to discover,Yet lang, lang, too well hae I known:
A' that has causèd the wreck in my bosom
Is Jenny, fair Jenny alone!
V
Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal,Not Hope dare a comfort bestow.
Come then, enamor'd and fond of my anguish,
Enjoyment I'll seek in my woe!
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