What ails this heart of mine

What ails this heart of mine,

What means this wat'ry ee?

What makes me ay turn cauld as death,

When I tak' leave o' thee?

When thou art far awa',

Thou'lt dearer grow to me;

But change o' place, and change o' folk

May gar thy fancy jee.

Then I'll sit down and moan,

Beneath yon spreading tree,

And gin a leaf fa' in my lap,

I'll ca't a word frae thee!

Syne I'll gang to the bower

Which thou wi' roses tied,

'Twas there by mony a blushing bud

I strove my love to hide.

I'll doat on ilka spot

Where I ha'e been wi' thee;

I'll ca' to mind some fond love tale

By ev'ry burn and tree.

'Tis hope that cheers the mind,

Though lovers absent be;

And when I think I see thee still,

I think I'm still wi' thee.