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. Here’s His Health in Water!
2. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary
3. To the Same
4. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns
5. My Chloris

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