As I was a wand’ring

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As I was a wand'ring ae midsummer e'enin, The pipers and youngsters were makin their game, Amang them I spyed my faithless fause luver, Which bled a' the wounds o' my dolour again. Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him; I may be distress'd, but I winna complain: I flatter my fancy I may get anither, My heart it shall never be broken for ane. I could na get sleeping till dawin, for greetin; The tears trickl'd down like the hail and the rain: Had I na got greetin', my heart wad a broken, For Oh, luve forsaken's a tormenting pain! Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him; I may be distress'd, but I winna complain: I flatter my fancy I may get anither, My heart it shall never be broken for ane. Although he has left me for greed o' the siller, I dinna envy him the gains he can win: I rather wad bear a' the lade o' my sorrow, Than ever hae acted sae faithless to him. Weel, since he has left me, may pleasure gae wi' him; I may be distress'd, but I winna complain: I flatter my fancy I may get anither, My heart it shall never be broken for ane.