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And oh! her dreams are eerie:
And oh! her widow’d heart is sair
That’s absent frae her dearie.
When I think on the lightsome days
I spent wi’ thee, my dearie;
And now what seas between us roar,
How can I be but eerie?
For, oh! &c.
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours!
The joyless day, how drearie!
It was nae sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi’ my dearie.
For, oh! &c.
THE FLOWERS O’ THE FOREST.
I’ve seen the smiling of Fortune beguiling,
I’ve felt all its favours, and found its decay;
Sweet was its blessing, kind its caressing,
But now ’tis fled,fled far away.
I’ve seen the forest adorned the foremost,
With flow’rs of the fairest, most pleasant and gay,
Sae bonny was their blooming, their scents the air perfuming;
But now they are wither’d and wedded away.
