Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

497 . Song—The Tear-drop—“Wae is my heart”

WAE is my heart, and the tear’s in my e’e;

Lang, lang has Joy been a stranger to me:

Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear,

And the sweet voice o’ Pity ne’er sounds in my ear.

Love thou hast pleasures, and deep hae I luv’d;

Love, thou hast sorrows, and sair hae I pruv’d;

But this bruisèd heart that now bleeds in my breast,

I can feel, by its throbbings, will soon be at rest.

Oh, if I were—where happy I hae been—

Down by yon stream, and yon bonie castle-green;

For there he is wand’ring and musing on me,

Wha wad soon dry the tear-drop that clings to my e’e.