A Wold Friend
Oh!
when
the
friends
we
us'd
to
know,
'V
a-been
a-lost
vor
years;
an'
when
Zome
happy
day
do
come,
to
show
Their
feäzen
to
our
eyes
ageän,
Do
meäke
us
look
behind,
John,
Do
bring
wold
times
to
mind,
John,
Do
meäke
hearts
veel,
if
they
be
steel,
All
warm,
an'
soft,
an'
kind,
John.
When
we
do
lose,
still
gaÿ
an'
young,
A
vaïce
that
us'd
to
call
woone's
neäme,
An'
after
years
ageän
his
tongue
Do
sound
upon
our
ears
the
seäme,
Do
kindle
love
anew,
John,
Do
wet
woone's
eyes
wi'
dew,
John,
As
we
do
sheäke,
vor
friendship's
seäke,
His
vist
an'
vind
en
true,
John.
What
tender
thoughts
do
touch
woone's
soul,
When
we
do
zee
a
meäd
or
hill
Where
we
did
work,
or
plaÿ,
or
stroll,
An'
talk
wi'
vaïces
that
be
still;
'Tis
touchèn
vor
to
treäce,
John,
Wold
times
drough
ev'ry
pleäce,
John;
But
that
can't
touch
woone's
heart
so
much,
As
zome
wold
long-lost
feäce,
John.
