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Or, if I e'er again shall see
The joys I left langsyne ?
As I came by my father's tow'rs,
My heart beat a' the way ;
Ilk thing I saw put me in mind
O' some dear former day :
The days that follow'd me afar,
Those happy days o' mine,
Which gars me think the joys at hand
Are nae thing to langsyne.
These ivy'd towers now met my ee,
Where minstrels used to blaw ;
Nae friend came forth wi' open arms,
Nae weel-kenn'd face I saw;
Till Donald totter'd frae the door,
Whom I left in his prime,
And grat to see the latl come back,
He bore about langsyne.
I ran through every weel-kenn'd room,
In hopes to meet friends there ;
I saw where ilk ane used to sit,
And hang o'er ilka chair,
Till warm remembrance' gushing tear
Did dim these een o' mine :
I steek'd the door, and sobb'd aloud,
To think on langsyne,
A new-sprung race, of motley kind.
Would now their welcome pay,
Wha shudder'd at my Gothic waa's,
And wish'd my groves away :
Cut down these gloomy trees, they cried,
Lay low yon mournful pine.
Ah, no ! my fathers' names are there.
Memorials o' langsyne.
Or, if I e'er again shall see
The joys I left langsyne ?
As I came by my father's tow'rs,
My heart beat a' the way ;
Ilk thing I saw put me in mind
O' some dear former day :
The days that follow'd me afar,
Those happy days o' mine,
Which gars me think the joys at hand
Are nae thing to langsyne.
These ivy'd towers now met my ee,
Where minstrels used to blaw ;
Nae friend came forth wi' open arms,
Nae weel-kenn'd face I saw;
Till Donald totter'd frae the door,
Whom I left in his prime,
And grat to see the latl come back,
He bore about langsyne.
I ran through every weel-kenn'd room,
In hopes to meet friends there ;
I saw where ilk ane used to sit,
And hang o'er ilka chair,
Till warm remembrance' gushing tear
Did dim these een o' mine :
I steek'd the door, and sobb'd aloud,
To think on langsyne,
A new-sprung race, of motley kind.
Would now their welcome pay,
Wha shudder'd at my Gothic waa's,
And wish'd my groves away :
Cut down these gloomy trees, they cried,
Lay low yon mournful pine.
Ah, no ! my fathers' names are there.
Memorials o' langsyne.
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Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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