Poem by Robert Burns

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When I think on the happy days
  	I spent wi’ you, my dearie;
And now what lands between us lie,
  	How can I be but eerie!

How slow ye move, ye heavy hours,
  	As ye were wae and weary!
It was na sae ye glinted by
  	When I was wi’ my dearie.

1. Canst Thou Leave Me Thus?
2. Address to General Dumourier
3. O Wha is She that Lo’es Me?
4. The Cardin’ O’t
5. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary

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