William Glen Biography

Blink over the burn, sweet Betty,
Blink over the burn to me;
Blink over the burn, sweet Betty,
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My tortured bosom long shall feel
The pangs o' this last sad fareweel;
Far, far to foreign lands I stray,
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How eerily, how drearily, how wearily to pine,
When my love 's in a foreign land, far frae thae arms o' mine;
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Her eyes were red with weeping,
Her lover was no more,
Beneath the billows sleeping,
Near Ireland's rocky shore;
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The sun hadna peep'd frae behint the dark billow,
The slow sinking moon half illumined the scene;
As I lifted my head frae my care-haunted pillow,
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