Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e; <br />Lang lang Joy's been a stranger to me: <br />Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear, <br />And the sweet voice o' Pity ne'er sounds in my ear. <br /> <br />Love thou hast pleasures, and deep hae I lov'd; <br />Love, thou hast sorrows, and sair hae I prov'd; <br />But this bruised heart that now bleeds in my breast, <br />I can feel by its throbbings, will soon be at rest. <br /> <br />Of, if I were - where happy I hae been - <br />Down by yon stream, and yon bonie castle-green; <br />For there he is wand'ring and musing on me, <br />Wha wad soon dry the tear frae his Phillis' e'e<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tear-drop-the/
