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THE DAY RETURNS.
The day returns, my bosom burns,
The blissful day we twa did meet;
Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,
Ne'er summer-sun was half sae sweet.
Than a' the pride that loads the tide.
And crosses o'er the sultry line;
Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes,
Heaven gave me more—it made thee mine.
The blissful day we twa did meet;
Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,
Ne'er summer-sun was half sae sweet.
Than a' the pride that loads the tide.
And crosses o'er the sultry line;
Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes,
Heaven gave me more—it made thee mine.
While day and night can bring delight,
Or nature aught of pleasure give;
While joys above my mind can move,
For thee, and thee alone, I live!
When that grim foe of life below
Comes in between to make us part;
The iron hand that breaks our band,
It breaks my bliss—it breaks my heart.
Or nature aught of pleasure give;
While joys above my mind can move,
For thee, and thee alone, I live!
When that grim foe of life below
Comes in between to make us part;
The iron hand that breaks our band,
It breaks my bliss—it breaks my heart.
I HAE LOST MY JEANIE, O.
Tune, 'The Lee Rigg.'
O I hae seen when fields were green,
And birds sae blythe and cheerie, O,
How swift the day wad pass away,
When I was wi' my dearie, O:
But now I neither laugh nor sing,
My looks are alter'd cleanlie, O;
And birds sae blythe and cheerie, O,
How swift the day wad pass away,
When I was wi' my dearie, O:
But now I neither laugh nor sing,
My looks are alter'd cleanlie, O;
