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title: "The Tear-Drop"
author: "Robert Burns"
form: "Poem"
year: "1794"
location: "Dumfries"
source: "Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns"
source_url: "https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1279/pg1279.txt"
canonical_url: "https://robert-burns.com/poems/the-tear-drop/"
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# The Tear-Drop

## Poem
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.

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Source: [Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns](https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1279/pg1279.txt)  
Canonical HTML: https://robert-burns.com/poems/the-tear-drop/