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Title: "Old Long Syne" (1711) - James Watson View count: 160 Rating: 5.0 (2 ratings) Description: Robert Burns' "Auld Lang Syne" found inspiration in Watson's verses. Old Long Syne. Should Old Acquaintance be forgot, and never thought upon; The flames of Love extinguished, and fully past and gone: Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold, that loving Breast of thine; That thou canst never once reflect on Old long syne. CHORUS: On Old long syne my Jo, in Old long syne, That thou canst never once reflect, in Old long syne. My Heart is ravisht with delight, when thee I think upon; All Grief and Sorrow takes the flight, and speedily is gone; The bright resemblance of thy Face, so fills this, Heart of mine; That Force nor Fate can me displease, for Old long syne. CHORUS: For Old long syne my Jo, for Old long syne That thou canst never once reflect, On Old long syne. Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief, when from thee I am gone; will not thy presence yeild relief, to this sad Heart of mine: Why doth thy presence me defeat, with excellence divine? Especially when I reflect on Old long syne CHORUS: On old long syne my Jo, on Old long syne: That thou canst never once reflect, on Old long syne. Oh, then, Clorinda, prove more kind, be not ungratefull still: Since that my Heart ye have so ty'd, why shoud ye then it kill: Sure, Faith and Hope depend on thee, kill me not with disdain: Or else I swear I'll still reflect on Old long syne. CHORUS: On Old long syne my Jo, on Old long syne; I pray you do but once reflect, on Old long syne. Since you have rob'd me of my Heart; It`s reason I have yours; Which Madam Nature doth impart, to your black Eyes and Browes: With honour it doth not consist, to hold thy Slave in pain: Pray let thy rigour then resist, for Old long syne. CHORUS: For Old long syne my Jo, for Old long syne; That then canst never once reflect, on Old long syne. It is my freedom I do crave, by depracating pain; Since libertie ye will not give, who glories in his Chain: But yet I wish the gods to move that noble Heart of thine; To pity since ye cannot love, for Old long syne. CHORUS: For Old long syne my Jo, for Old long syne; That thou may ever once reflect, on Old long syne. But since that nothing can prevail and all hopes are in vain; From these rejected Eyes of mine, still showers of Tears Shall rain: Though thou wast Rebel to the King and beat with Wind therein, Assure thy self of welcome Love, for Old long syne. CHORUS: For Old long syne my Jo, for Old long syne, Assure thy self of welcome Love, for Old long syne. Tags: theodora, francis, old, long, syne, james, watson, Author: FrancisTheodora |
