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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.
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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!
