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. The Flowery Banks of Cree
2. Farewell, Thou Stream
3. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
4. The Day Returns
5. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary

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