CIV.
Reading edition
WHEN I THINK ON THE HAPPY DAYS.
[These verses were in latter years expanded by Burns into a song, for the collection of Thomson: the song will be found in its place: the variations are worthy of preservation.]
I.
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!
II.
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.