Wae Is My Heart

1.
Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e;
Lang, lang joy's been a stranger to me:
Forsaken and friendless my burden I bear,
And the sweet voice o' pity ne'er sounds in my ear.
2.
Love, thou hast pleasures - and deep hae I lov'd!
Love thou has sorrows - and sair hae I prov'd!
But this bruised heart that now bleeds in my breast,
I can feel by its throbbings, will soon be at rest.
3.
O, 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 frae his Phillis' e'e!

Woe Is My Heart


Woe is my heart, and the tear is in my eye;
Long, long joy has been a stranger to me:
Forsaken and friendless my burden I bear,
And the sweet voice of pity never sounds in my ear.

Love, you have pleasures - and deep have I loved!
Love you has sorrows - and sore have I proved!
But this bruised heart that now bleeds in my breast,
I can feel by its throbbings, will soon be at rest.

O, if I were where happy I have been,
Down by yonder stream and yonder lovely castle green!
For there he is wandering and musing on me,
Who would soon dry the tear from his Phillis' eye!