All made in the gusty old weather When our hopes and our troubles were new
In the years spent in wearing out leather I've found you unselfish and true
I have gathered these verses together For the sake of our friendship and you
You may think for a while and with reason Though still with a kindly regret
That I've left it full late in the season To prove I remember you yet
But you'll never judge me by that reason Who profit by friends and forget
I can still feel the spirit that bore us And often the old stars will shine
I remember the last freeing chorus For the sake of that other lang syne
When the tracks lay divided before us Your path through the future and mine
Through the frost wind that cut like whiplashes Through the ever blind haze of the drought
And in fancy at times by the flashes Of light in the darkness of death
I have followed the ten poles and ashes Of camps that we moved further out
You will find in these pages a trace of That side of our past that was lost
And that side of our past that was bright And recognize something the face of
A friend who has dropped out of sight I send them along in the place of
The letters I promised to write Old maid in the gusty old weather
When our hopes and our troubles were new In the years spent in wearing out leather
I've found you unselfish and true
I have gathered these verses together For the sake of our friendship and you
I have gathered these verses together For the sake of our friendship and you
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