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In vain I sought in music’s sound.
To find that magic art.
Which oft in Scotland’s ancient lays
Has thrill’d thro’ a’ my heart.
The sang had mony an artfu’ turn;
My ear confess’d ’twas fine—
But miss’d the simple melody
I listen’d to lang syne.
Ye sons to comrades o’ my youth.
Forgive an auld man’s spleen,
Wha, midst your gayest scenes, still mourns
The days he ance has seen.
When time is past, and seasons fled.
Your hearts may feel like mine,
And aye the sang will maist delight
That minds you o’ lang syne.
A NEW SONG; BEING AN ANSWER TO
THE HAPPY STRANGER.
I once was a stranger, in a far country did roam
When young Jemmy of Newry came to me alone,
He said, My dear jewel, now tell me I pray,
How you came to wander in a desart this way?
