Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

  forlorn, my love, no comfort near
  air—“let me in this ae night.”
  forlorn, my love, no comfort near,
  far, far from thee, i wander here;
  far, far from thee, the fate severe,
  at which i most repine, love.
  chorus—o wert thou, love, but near me!
  but near, near, near me,
  how kindly thou wouldst cheer me,
  and mingle sighs with mine, love.
  around me scowls a wintry sky,
  blasting each bud of hope and joy;
  and shelter, shade, nor home have i;
  save in these arms of thine, love.
  o wert thou, c.
  cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part,
  to poison fortune's ruthless dart—
  let me not break thy faithful heart,
  and say that fate is mine, love.
  o wert thou, c.
  but, dreary tho' the moments fleet,
  o let me think we yet shall meet;
  that only ray of solace sweet,
  can on thy chloris shine, love!
  o wert thou, c.