It's an owrecome sooth for age an'
youth
And it brooks wi' nae denial,
That the dearest friends are the
auldest friends
And the young are are just on
trial.
There's a rival bauld wi' young
an' auld
And it's him that bereft me;
For the surest friends are the
auldest friends
And the maist o' mine hae left me.
There are kind hearts still, for
friends to fill
And fools to take and break them;
But the nearest friends are the
auldest friends
And the grave's the place to seek
them.
