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TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS
No. 2,7' '^^^^ ^^y ^'eturns, my bosom burns.
Time: Seventh of November. Scots Musical Museum. 1790, No. 224.
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day re - turns, my bo - sora burns, The bliss - ful
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twa did meet: Tho' win - ter wild
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toil'd, Ne'er
sura - mer sun was half sae sweet. Than
globes, Heav'n gave
made thee mine !
The day returns, my bosom burns,
The blissful day we twa did meet ;
Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,
Ne'er summer sun was half sae sweet.
Than a' the pride that loads the tide,
And crosses o'er the sultry line.
Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes,
Heav'n gave me more — it made thee mine
While day and night can bring delight.
Or Nature aught of pleasure give ;
While joys above my mind can move,
For thee, and thee alone, I live!
When that grim foe of life below
Comes in between to make us part,
The iron hand that breaks our band,
It breaks my bliss, it breaks my heart !