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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.

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.