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With honour it doth not consist
To hold a slave in pyne ;
Pray let your rigour, then, desist,
For old long syne.
'Tis not my freedom I do crave,
By deprecating pains ;
Sure, liberty he would not have
Who glories in his chains ;
But this I wish — the gods would move
That noble soul of thine
To pity, if thou canst not love,
For old long syne.
Allan Ramsay also wrote a song under this title. It appeared as follows in the
" Tea-Table Miscellany."
Should auld acquaintance he forgot,
Though they return with scars ?
These are the nohle hero's lot,
Obtain'd in glorious wars.
Welcome, my Varo, to my breast,
Thy arms about me twine.
And make me once again as blest
As I was lang syne.
Methinks around us on each bough
A thousand Cupids play ;
' Whilst through the groves I walk with you
Each object makes me gay.
Since your return the sun and moon
With brighter beams do shine;
Streams murmur soft notes while they run
As they did lang syne.
Allan Kamsay, born Oct. 15, 1686, died Jan. 7, 1758. From the " Gentle Shepherd.
Air — " Wae's my heart that we should sunder."
Speak on, speak thus, and still my grief;
Hold up a heart that's sinkin' under
These fears that soon will want relief
When Pate must from his Peggy sunder.

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