Old Mate! In the gusty old weather,
When our hopes and our troubles were new;
In the years we spent in wearing out leather,
I found you unselfish and true-
I have gathered these songs together
For the sake of our friendship and true...
And I send them along instead of the letters
I promised to write to you...
I remember, Old Man, I remember-
The tracks that we followed are clear;
The jovial last nights of December,
The solemn first days of the year;
Long tramps through the clearings and the timber,
Short partings on platform and pier
I remember, Old Man, I remember-
The tracks that we followed are clear...
I can still feel the spirit that bore us
And often the old stars will shine-
I remember the las spree in chorus
For the sake of that other Lang Syne.
When the tracks lay divided before us,
Your path through the future and mine;
I can still feel the spirit that bore us,
And often the old stars will shine...
you will find in these pages a trace of
That side of our past which was bright,
And recognize sometimes the face of
A friend, a friend who has dropped out of sight;
I have gathered these songs together
For the sake of our friendship and you;
And I send them along instead of the letters
I promised to write to you...
