Classic Poem

H ERE'S to the year that's awa'!
—We will drink it in strong and in sma';
And here's to ilk bonnie young lassie we lo'ed,
—While swift flew the year that's awa'.

Here's to the sodger who bled,
—And the sailor who bravely did fa';
Their fame is alive though their spirits are fled
—On the wings of the year that's awa'.

Here's to the friends we can trust
—When storms of adversity blaw;
May they live in our songs and be nearest our hearts,
—Nor depart like the year that's awa'.