by:    Anonymous
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Should old Acquaintance be forgot,

And never thought upon,

The Flames of Love extinguished,

And freely passed and gone?

Is thy kind Heart now grown so cold

In that Loving Breast of thine,

That thou canst never once reflect

On Old-long-syne?

Where are thy Protestations,

Thy Vows and Oaths, my Dear,

Thou made to me, and I to thee,

In Register yet clear?

Is Faith and Truth so violate

To the Immortal Gods Divine,

That thou canst never once reflect

On Old-long-syne?

Is 't _Cupid's_ Fears, or frosty Cares,

That makes thy Sp'rits decay?

Or is 't some Object of more Worth,

That's stol'n thy Heart away?

Or some Desert, makes thee neglect

Him, so much once was thine,

That thou canst never once reflect

On Old-long-syne?

Is 't Worldly Cares so desperate,

That makes thee to despair?

Is 't that makes thee exasperate,

And makes thee to forbear?

If thou of that were free as I,

Thou surely should be Mine:

If this were true, we should renew

Kind Old-long-syne:

But since that nothing can prevail,

And all Hope is in vain,

From these rejected Eyes of mine

Still Showers of Tears shall rain:

And though thou hast me now forgot,

Yet I'll continue Thine,

And ne'er forget for to reflect

On Old-long-syne.

If e'er I have a House, my Dear,

That truly is call'd mine,

And can afford but Country Cheer,

Or aught that's good therein;

Tho' thou were Rebel to the King,

And beat with Wind and Rain,

Assure thy self of Welcome Love,

For Old-long-syne.