The Seventh of November


The day returns, my bosom burns, The blissful day we twa did meet: Tho' Winter wild, in tempest toil'd, Ne'er simmer-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!

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Shirley Henderson

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1788 and is read here by Shirley Henderson.

Themes for this song

marriage love age

Selected for 07 November

For the seventh of November we present a poem entitled... 'The Seventh of November'!

Donny O'Rourke

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