When war had broke in on the peace o' auld men, An' frae Chelsea to arms they were summon'd again; Twa vet'rans grown gray wi' their muskets, sair sail'd, Wi'a sigh were relating how hard they had toild: The drum it was beating, to fight they incline, But ay they look'd back on the days o' langsyne; The drum it was beating, to fight they incline, But ay they look'd back on the days o'langsyne.
Oh! Davie, man, well thou remembers the time, When twa daft young callens, and just in our prime, The Prince led us, conquer'd, an' shew'd us the way, When mony a bra' chiel we turn'd cauld on that day: Still again wou'd I venture this auld trunk o mine, Cou'd our gen'rals but lead, or we fight like langsyne. Still again would I venture, &c.
But garrison duty is a' we can do, Tho' our arms are worn weak, yet our hearts are still true, We fear'd neither danger by land or by sea, For time is turn'd coward, an' no' you an' me, An' though at our fate we may hardly repine, Youth winna returns nor the strength of langsyne. An' though at our fate, &c.
When after our conquests, it joys me to mind, How thy Jane caress'd thee, an' my Meg was kind; They shar'd a' our dangers though never so hard, An' we car'd na' for plunder, when sic our reward; Ev'n now they're resolv'd baith their hames to resign, An' to share the hard fate, they were us'd to langsyne. Ev'n now, they're resolv'd baith their hames to resign, An' to share the hand fate they were us'd to langsyne.
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