II.

When I think on the happy days
I spent wi’ you, my dearie,
And now what lands between us lie,
How can I but be eerie!
And now what lands between us lie,
How can I be but eerie!

III.

How slow ye move, ye heavy hours,
As ye were wae and weary!
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi’ my dearie.
It was na sae ye glinted by,
When I was wi’ my dearie.


LIV.

MUSING ON THE ROARING OCEAN.

Tune—“Druimion dubh.

[The air of this song is from the Highlands: the verses were written in compliment to the feelings of Mrs. M’Lauchlan, whose husband was an officer serving in the East Indies.]

I.