Poem by Robert Burns

Wae Is My Heart

WAE is my heart, and the tear’s in my ee;
Lang, lang joy’s been a stranger to me:
Forsaken and friendless my burden I bear,
And the sweet voice o’ pity ne’er sounds in my ear.

Love, thou hast pleasures; and deep hae I loved;
Love, thou hast sorrows; and sair hae I proved:
But this bruised heart that now bleeds in my breast,
I can feel its throbbings will soon be at rest.

O if I were where happy I hae been;
Down by yon stream and yon bonnie castle green:
For there he is wand’ring and musing on me,
Wha wad soon dry the tear frae Phillis’s ee.

1. The Day Returns
2. Katharine Jaffray
3. The Cardin’ O’t
4. Lines Written in Friars-Carse Hermitage
5. Epistle to John Lapraix, An Old Scottish Bard

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