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THE COURTIN' TIME.

OUR Jean likes the morning when milkin' the kye,

And May thinks the noontide gangs merrily by ;

But nane of them a' are sac saft and serene,

As the hours when the lads come a-courtin' at e'en.

A-courtin' at e'en, come a-courtin' at e'en,

As the hours when the lads come a-courtin' at e'en,

The sun quietly slips o'er the tap o' the hill,

An' the clover its gloamin' sang whistles fu' shrill ;

Ayne dimness comes glidin' where daylight has been,

And the dew brings the lads wha come courtin' at e'en.

A-courtin' at e'en, come a-courtin' at e'en,

And the dew brings the lads wha come courtin' at e'en,

When men-folk are crackin' o' owsen and lands,

And the kimmers at spinnin' are trying their hands,

see at the window the face o' a frien'

An' I ken that my joe's come a-courtin' at e'en.

A-courtin' at e'en, come a-courtin' at e'en,

An' I ken that my joe's come a-courtin' at e'en.

LONG, LONG AGO.

Where are the friends that we all lov'd so dear,

Long, long ago-long, long ago!

Whose hearts and affections were always sincere,

Long, long ago-long ago

Many have fled to a far distant clime;

Many have parted with friendship and time;

Some in their autumn and some in their prime,

Long, long ago-long ago!

Where are the pastimes that gave us such joy,

Long, long ago --long, long ago !

When no cares on earth could our young hearts annoy,

Long, long ago-long ago !

Where are those mornings of life's early day,

When sweet sinless mirth made the sun seem so gay?

All past for ever, for ever past away,

Long, long ago-long ago!

Yet still let us cherish the days that are gone,

Long, long ago-long, long ago!

Although we are left in this bleak world alone,

Long, long ago-long ago!

Still let us brood o'er their memories dear;

Still let us joyful and hopeful appear,

Nor mourn with regret though bereft of them here,

Long, long ago--long ago!