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IT'S an owercome sooth for age an' youth / And it brooks wi' nae denial, / That the dearest friends are the auldest friends / And the young are just on trial.
There's a rival bauld wi' young an' auld / And it's him that has bereft me; / For the sürest friends are the auldest friends / And the maist o' mines hae left me.
There are kind hearts still, for friends to fill / And fools to take and break them; / But the nearest friends are the auldest friends / And the grave's the place to seek them.