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Accept this little offering of mine
As a remembrance of days lang syne,
Dear happy days were they, those days of old,
When hearts were young, our future tale untold,
And all the happy joyousness of youth
Bright with the tenderness of love and truth.
As a remembrance of days lang syne,
Dear happy days were they, those days of old,
When hearts were young, our future tale untold,
And all the happy joyousness of youth
Bright with the tenderness of love and truth.
God knows, although our paths are now apart,
There is a little corner in my heart
Reserved for you, a corner wherein lies
A host of girlhood's happy memories;
Athwart their brightness ne'er a shadow fell,
Nor discord broke friendship's harmonious spell.
Nor change has dulled, nor can time e'er efface
The memory of my friend's beloved face.
Gone is our youth, with all its flowery ways,
And now with slower steps we tread these days;
Evening will come apace, as years roll by,
But love will still remain for you and I.
There is a little corner in my heart
Reserved for you, a corner wherein lies
A host of girlhood's happy memories;
Athwart their brightness ne'er a shadow fell,
Nor discord broke friendship's harmonious spell.
Nor change has dulled, nor can time e'er efface
The memory of my friend's beloved face.
Gone is our youth, with all its flowery ways,
And now with slower steps we tread these days;
Evening will come apace, as years roll by,
But love will still remain for you and I.
