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Hazel Whyte
| Dear Auld Days |
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| Scottish Songs and Celtic Ballads |
| The Dear Auld Days Oh! the dear auld days, the sweet auld days, The days o' auld langsyne; Whan we were wee, wi' spirits free, 'Tis sweet tae bring tae min'. The funny pranks we used tae play, Whan bairnies fu' o' glee; An' hoo we then on ilka day, Wad romp aboot sae free. When schule was dune we aft wad rin, Doon tae some wimplin' burn; An' there we'd play the lee lang day, An' ne'er think tae return. Fu' aft we'd paidle up an' doon, The fun tae us was fine, We'd ne'er a thocht for ocht aroon', In the sweet days o' langsyne. For aft we'd gang the woods amang, An' gether sweet blue bells; An' as we'd stray blackberries tae, Wi' whilk we filled oorsels. Aften tae we'd pu' sweet brambles, 'Lang wi' oor playmates then; An' mony were oor walks an' rambles, Hoo we wish them back again. But weel we ken oor wish is vain, Nae mair they'll come again; Sae while we're here, let's raise a cheer, An' sing this mirthfu' strain; The guid auld days, the dear auld days, 'Tis sweet tae bring tae min'; The grand auld days, the dear auld days, The days o' auld langsyne. |
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