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THE OLD EVENINGS.
I wander'd by the old house,
But others now live there;
I thought about the old times
And all we used to share.
How happy 'twas our wont to meet,
When friends came frank and free.
Ah, when shall we such faces greet
As once we used to see
In those old merry evenings,
Those pleasant friendly evenings,
Beneath the old roof tree?
But others now live there;
I thought about the old times
And all we used to share.
How happy 'twas our wont to meet,
When friends came frank and free.
Ah, when shall we such faces greet
As once we used to see
In those old merry evenings,
Those pleasant friendly evenings,
Beneath the old roof tree?
But what though we'd the old house,
We still should lack old cheer,
The old friends in the old house
Were all that made it dear!
And these are fled, or changed, or dead,
And never more may we
Revive the music of their tread—
The joys that used to be
In those old friendly evenings,
Those long-departed evenings,
Beneath the old roof tree!
We still should lack old cheer,
The old friends in the old house
Were all that made it dear!
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And never more may we
Revive the music of their tread—
The joys that used to be
In those old friendly evenings,
Those long-departed evenings,
Beneath the old roof tree!
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