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 We felt that our love lived, And loathed idle sound, I gazed on your sweet face Till tears filled my ee, And they drapt on your wee loof,— A warld's wealth to me.

Now the winter snaw's fa'ing On bare holm and lea; And the cauld wind is strippin' Ilk leaf aff the tree. But the snaw fa's not faster, Nor leaf disna part Sae sune frae the bough, as Faith fades in your heart.

Ye've waled out anither Your bridegroom to be; But can his heart luve sae As mine luvit thee? Ye'll get biggings and mailins, And monie braw claes; But they a' winna buy back The peace o' past days.