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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.





I 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?