Robert Burns, 1787
My heart is wae, and unco wae,|
To think upon the raging sea,
That roars between her gardens green
An' the bonie lass of Albanie.
2. This lovely maid's of royal blood,
3. In the rolling tide of spreading Clyde
4. But there is a youth, a witless youth,|
That fills the place where she should be;
We'll send him o'er to his native shore,
And bring our ain sweet Albanie!
5. Alas the day, and woe the day,
6. We'll daily pray, we'll nightly pray,
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