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ODES AND SONGS. 89 |
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Then crystal stream! I'll blythly roam, Companion of thy thoughtful nymph;
On thy green bank I'll build my home, And quaff thy pure and sparkling lymph.
J * IN. |
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16 SONG.
BE DAYS OF DRINKING WINE FORGOT.
Air.—" Auld Lang Syne.
B
E days of drinking wine forgot; Let water goblets shine ; And from your memory ever blot
The days of drinking wine : Those days of drinking wine, my friend,
Those days of drinking wine ; A temperance hour is worth a power Of days of drinking wine !
We twa have quaff'd to days long past
Bright juices of the vine ; But let us from our memories cast
Those customs of " lang syne :" Bad customs of " lang syne," my friend,
Bad customs of " lang syne ; Our temperance age must blot the page
Of customs of " lang syne."
We twa can meet as friends should meet;
We twa together dine ; Our bev'rage quaff from fountains sweet,
And ne'er regret the wine. At temperance's shrine, my friend, my friend,
We're pledged at her fair shrine ; And hold her cause above the laws
And customs of " lang syne." |
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