Jigs an’ reels an’ whirlin’ chiels
an" sinners dancin’ ‘mangst the creels
an’ young the luve upon display
lyke rising sun o’ breakin’ day...
t’was fun, the name o’ lovin’ game
when we were young....
Lads and lassies swirlin’ roon’
an’ hoochin’ tae the pipin’ soond
an’ roses in their bonny cheeks
an’ mony were the secret keeks
‘tween lovers ower that dancin’ flair
when we were young...
How we danced the auld Strathspey
as midnight left in laughter gay
an’ joy was a’ we iver kent
an’ luve was a’ wi’ ever meant
when rinnin’ chasin’ the lassies hame
when we were young...
Hot the kissing in the lane
when sheltering frae the pattering rain,
whispering promises in the dark
but she aware, o’ my laddie lark
scolded me wi’ playfu’ slap
when we were young...
Now, in wyntertymes cauld embrace
I remember still..her bonny face
an’ the sweet spring o’ her maidenhair
her summertyme heat
an’ my despair
at her autumns depart.........
When we were young
we ran laughing through showers
an’ naked through flowers
o’ young luve.....
What sacred tymes we lived in
when we were young....
Younger days are always the best, aren't they? I may not have had the whirling days you have, but I wouldn't trade my childhood for anything. Our childhoods are always filled with treasures many don't recognize until adulthood.
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