Nothing Like Grog/What Ails This Heart O' Mine
WHAT AILS THIS HEART O' MINE.
What ails this heart o’ mine,
What ails this watery e‘e?
What gars me ay turn cauld as death,
When I tak leave o‘ thee?
When thou art far awa,
Thou'lt dearer grow to me;
But change o‘ fouk and change o‘ place;
May gar thy fancy jee.
Then I‘ll sit down and mourn,
Just by yon spreading tree,
And gin a leaf fa ‘ in my lap,
I'll ca't a word frae thee.
Syne I‘ll gang to the bower,
Which thou with roses tied,
‘Twas there, by many a blushing bud,
I strove my love to hide.
I‘ll doat on ilka spot,
Whar I hae been wi‘ thee,
I‘ll ca‘ to mind some guid love tale,
By every burn and tree.
‘Tis hope that cheers the mind,
Tho‘lovers distant be,
And when I think I see thee still,
I'll think I‘m still with thee.