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Thou mad'st to me and I to thee,
In register yet clear ?
Is faith and truth so violate
To th' immortal gods divine,
That thou canst never once reflect
On old long syne ?
Is't Cupid's fears, or frosty cares,
That makes thy spirits decay ?
Or is't some object of more worth
That's stolen thy heart away ?
Or some desert makes thee neglect
Him, so much once was thine,
That thou canst never once reflect
On old long syne ?
Is't worldly cares, so desperjite,
That makes thee to despa:. ?
Is't that makes thee exasperate.
And makes thee to forbear ?
If thou of that were free as I,
Thou surely should be mine ;
If this were true, we should renew
Kind old long syne.
But since that nothing can prevail,
And all hope is in vain,
From these dejected eyes of mine i
Still showers of tears shall rain :
And though thou hast me now forgot,
Yet I'll continue thine.
And ne'er forget for to reflect
On old long syne.
If e'er I have a house, my dear.
That truly is call'd mine,
And can afford but country cheer,
Or ought that's good therein ;