Poems and Songs By Robert Gilfillan. Fourth edition. With memoir of the author, and appendix of his latest pieces |
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LET YOUNKERS BOAST HIGH. |
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LET YOUNKERS BOAST HIGH.
Let younkers boast high of their loves and their joys,
Mere baubles of childhood, or youth's idle toys;
Gie me the warm friendship that age aye can len',
The frank hearty welcome of honest auld men!
Mere baubles of childhood, or youth's idle toys;
Gie me the warm friendship that age aye can len',
The frank hearty welcome of honest auld men!
To crack o' the feats of our years fled away,
And speak o' the friends that are cauld in the clay,—
These tales of the past may awaken a sigh,
But it charms us to call up our simmers gane by!
And speak o' the friends that are cauld in the clay,—
These tales of the past may awaken a sigh,
But it charms us to call up our simmers gane by!
To look on the journey we've traversed sae fast,
And count o'er the mile-stanes o' life we hae pass'd;
The road whiles was rough, and we whiles fand it lang,
But aften 'twas smooth'd wi' a blithe canty sang.
And count o'er the mile-stanes o' life we hae pass'd;
The road whiles was rough, and we whiles fand it lang,
But aften 'twas smooth'd wi' a blithe canty sang.
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And now since we've a' got sae far on life's day,
Oh! wha wad throw clouds on the rest of the way?
The morning is fled, and gane is the noon,
And evening, fast coming, will steal on us soon!
Oh! wha wad throw clouds on the rest of the way?
The morning is fled, and gane is the noon,
And evening, fast coming, will steal on us soon!
Then ere the lang night come that Death ca's his ain,
Oh! let us be happy, and social, and fain;
We're far-travelled pilgrims, and a' of ae band,
Then pledge me your heart, as I now pledge my hand!
Oh! let us be happy, and social, and fain;
We're far-travelled pilgrims, and a' of ae band,
Then pledge me your heart, as I now pledge my hand!
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