The Tear Drop lyrics

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 bruised 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.