THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR.
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ii.
He will not see the dawn of day.
He hath no other life above.
He gave me a friend, and a true truelove,
And the Newyear will take 'em away.
Old year, you must not go.
So long as you have been with us,
Such joy as you have seen with us,
Old year, you shall not go.
iii.
A jollier year we shall not see.
But tho' his eyes are waxing dim,
And tho' his foes speak ill of him,
He was a friend to me.
Old year, you shall not die.
We did so laugh and cry with you,
I've half a mind to die with you,
Old year, if you must die.
