Classic Poem

L ANGSYNE , when life was bonnie,
— An' a' the skies were blue,
When ilka thocht took blossom,
— An' hung its heid wi' dew,
When winter wasna winter,
— Though snaws cam' happin' doon,
Langsyne, when life was bonnie,
— Spring gaed a twalmonth roun'.

Langsyne, when life was bonnie,
— An' a' the days were lang;
When through them ran the music
— That comes to us in sang,
We never wearied liltin'
— The auld love-laden tune;
Langsyne, when life was bonnie,
— Love gaed a twalmonth roun'.

Langsyne, when life was bonnie,
— An' a' the warld was fair,
The leaves were green wi' simmer,
— For autumn wasna there.
But listen hoo they rustle,
— Wi' an eerie, weary soun',
For noo, alas, 'tis winter
— That gangs a twalmonth roun'.