Langsyne, when life was bonnie next hit , An' a' the skies were blue, When ilka thocht took blossom, An' hung its head wi' dew, When winter wasna winter, Though snaws cam' happin' doon; Langsyne, when life was bonnie next hit , Spring gaed a twalmonth roun'. Langsyne, when life was bonnie next hit , An' a' the days were lang, When through them ran the music That comes to us in sang, We never wearied liltin' The auld love-laden tune; Langsyne, when life was bonnie next hit Love gaed a twalmonth roun'. Langsyne, when life was bonnie , An' a' the warld was fair, The leaves were green wi' simmer, For autumn wasna there. But listen hoo they rustle, Wi' an eerie, weary soun', For noo, alas, 'tis winter That gangs a twalmonth roun'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGHT TO GRIEF by CARL SANDBURG THE FAIRY CHILD by JOHN ANSTER THE KING OF SPAIN by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE DARKLING THRUSH by THOMAS HARDY EVENING IN ENGLAND by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE TO A SHADE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO HIS LYRE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS HON. MR. SUCKLETHUMBKIN'S STORY: THE EXECUTION; A SPORTING ANECDOTE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |