Poem by Robert Burns

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When I think on the happy days
  	I spent wi’ you, my dearie;
And now what lands between us lie,
  	How can I be but eerie!

How slow ye move, ye heavy hours,
  	As ye were wae and weary!
It was na sae ye glinted by
  	When I was wi’ my dearie.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. The Flowery Banks of Cree
3. Blythe Was She
4. The Banks of Nith (THE THAMES flows proudly to the sea)
5. Farewell to Ballochmyle

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