Classic Poem

SING me that sang again!
Oh, how that lang refrain
Thrills thro' my heart till my bosom o'erflows,
And gars my ears tingle,
For those voices mingle
That lang hae been hush'd in a voiceless repose.
Sing me that sang again!
Oh, that beloved strain
Fills a' my heart and brain wi' a joy rare;
Wafts me across the main,
By the burnside again,
Laps me in peace 'mang the gowans ance mair.
With heart still unwounded,
With faith still unbounded,
Entranced with the beauty o' earth and o' sky,
No dark clouds are brooding,
No dark doubts intruding,
That knock at the heart for an instant reply.
Sing me that sang again!
Blest be that magic strain!
One other draught o' its spirit divine
Pour into mem'ry's cup!
Oh, let me drain it up,
Yea, with the rapturous joy o' lang syne!