Thy proffer'd friendship cheer'd my heart, I felt while to thy bosom press'd Than e'er my youthful heart had known, But fortune points thy path of life, This hour may be, when next we meet, Then fare-thee-well, if thou art blest, But sometimes give a kindly thought, To auld lang syne, &c. To laugh, and quaff, and drink good sherry. Too much care will make a young man look grey; For I hold it one of the wisest things, Bright be thy Dreams. Bright be thy dreams, may all thy weeping, In dreams come smiling to thee. |