CLXXI.
Reading edition
WAE IS MY HEART.
Tune—“Wae is my heart.”
[Composed, it is said, at the request of Clarke, the musician, who felt, or imagined he felt, some pangs of heart for one of the loveliest young ladies in Nithsdale, Phillis M’Murdo.]
I.
Wae is my heart, and the tear’s in my e’e; Lang, lang, joy’s been a stranger to me; Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear, And the sweet voice of pity ne’er sounds in my ear.
II.
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 by its throbbings will soon be at rest.
III.
O, if I were happy, 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 his Phillis’s e’e.