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 He lieth still: he doth not move: 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.

He frothed his bumpers to the brim; 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.