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The Trade o' Langsyne,
OR
The Mechanic’s Farewell.
TUNE—Auld Langsyne.
When you and I together met,
The trade was in its prime;
But now its fail’d, and we maun part,
The trade o’ langsyne:
The trade o’ langsyne, my-jo,
The trade o’ langsyne,
But now its fail’d, an’ we maun part
The trade o’ langsyne.
When trade was brisk, we a’ were right,
An’ things wi’ us gaed fine,
But now a’s tapsaherie gane,
Its no like langsyne:
Its no like langsyne, my jo,
Its no like langsyne;
But now a’s tapsalterie gane,
Its no like langsyne.
Wi’ dig die breeks an’ muslin prose,
Our lives we out maun pine,
For want o' that which now is gane,
