This is an old Scots song that actually means "
long long ago". That is perfectly fitting for this blog. The treasures left behind by our ancestors are from a place long, long ago whether they are in the attic of your grandmother's house in a trunk, in a safety deposit box or buried in the basement of an old delapidated house. I've had fun discovering some old houses in my days that were set in some remote part of the country side, alone, forgotten and decaying. It was always with a bit of melancholy that I approached places like this. Often times, I would say a prayer over the house, the land and its contents and especially for the people who once lived there. So to all the old forgotten places that once held the hopes and dreams of those who lived there, I dedicate this song. May the trinkets and treasures that arise out of the ashes mean as much to their discoverers as they did to those who left them behind.
Here are the words as found on
Wikipedia.
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
On Old long syne.
- CHORUS:
- On Old long syne my Jo,
On Old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
On Old long syne.
And I urge you to reflect upon your own life often. Dig deep into your past and perhaps you will gain some insight to your today. I also implore you to remember those who have gone before you because without them, where would we of the present be?
The Midnight Writer
