bloom;
but i maun lie before the storm,
and ithers pnt them in my room.
“i've seen sae mony gefu' years,
oh i am a stranger grown:
i wander in the ways of men,
alike unknowing, and unknown:
unheard, unpitied, unreliev'd,
i bear ane my de o' care,
for silent, low, on beds of dust,
lie a'
hat would my sorrows share.
“and st, (the sum of a' my griefs!)
my noble master lies in cy;
the flow'r amang our barons bold,
his try's pride, his try's stay:
in weary being now i pine,
for a' the life o
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