Where are the friends that to me were so dear

Where are the friends that to me were so dear
Where are the hopes that my heart used to cheer
I am degraded, for, ruin was my foe
        Long, long ago, long ago,
        Long, long ago, long ago.
Friends that I loved in the grave are laid low,
Hopes, that I cherished, have fled from me now,
        Long, long ago, long ago,
        Long, long ago, long ago.
Sadly my wife bowed her beautiful head
        Long, long ago, long ago.
Oh! how I wept when I knew she was dead,
        Long, long ago, long ago.
She was an angel, my love and my guide,
        Vainly to save me from rum she had tried
Poor broken heart it was well that she died.
        Long, long ago, long ago.
Let me look back on days of my youth,
        Long, long ago, long ago,
I was no stranger to virtue and truth
        Long, long ago, long ago.
Oh! for the hopes that were pure as the day.
Oh! for the love that was purer than they.
Oh! for the hours that I squandered away.
        Long, long ago, long ago,
        Long, long ago, long ago.

SMEDELEN

January 11th 1850


 
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