Auld lang Syne, pp.53-55.

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SHould auld acquantance be forgot, 

Tho’ they return with scars? 

These are the noble hero’s lot, 

Obtain’d in glorious wars: 

Welcome, my VARO, to my breast, 

Thy arms about me twine, 

And make me once again as blest, 

As I was lang syne. 

– 

Methinks around us on each bough, 

A thousand Cupids play, 

Whilst thro’ the groves I walk with you, 

Each object makes me gay: 

Since your return the sun and moon 

With brighter beams do shine, 

Streams murmure soft notes while they run, 

As they did lang syne. 

– 

Despise the court and din of state; 

Let that to their share fall, 

Who can esteem such slav’ry great, 

While bounded like a ball: 

But sunk in love, upon my arms 

Let your brave head recline, 

We’ll please ourselves with mutual charms, 

As we did lang syne. 

– 

O’er moor and dale, with your gay friend, 

You may pursue the chace, 

And, after a blyth bottle, end 

All cares in my embrace: 

And in a vacant rainy day 

You shall be wholly mine; 

We’ll make the hours run smooth away, 

And laugh at lang syne. 

– 

The hero, pleas’d with the sweet air, 

And signs of generous love, 

Which had been utter’d by the fair, 

Bow’d to the pow’rs above: 

Next day, with consent and glad haste, 

Th’ approach’d the sacred shrine; 

Where the good priest the couple blest, 

And put them out of pine. 

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