He’d been a trusty frien’ to me, Right gude to me and mine; And as I drove the foul blow home, I cried “For auld lang syne! For auld lang syne, kind frien,’ For auld lang syne! Take that!” and so I laid him flat, “For auld lang syne!” [_He goes out._ _Truth_, _Christmas Number_, 1885. ――――:o:―――― GREEN GROW THE RASHES. A FRAGMENT. _Chorus._ Green grow the rashes, O! Green grow the rashes, O! The sweetest hours that e’er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, O! There’s nought but care on every han’, In every hour that passes, O! What signifies the life o’ man, An’ ’twere na for the lasses, O! Green grow, &c. * * * * * Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears, Her noblest work she classes, O! Her ’prentice han’ she tried on man, And then she made the lasses, O! Green grow, &c. ROBERT BURNS. ―――― LIFE IN MALVERN. We’ve dinners, sprees, concerts and glees, As yearly they come roun’ O! We’ve social teas, and grand soirées, For ever in the town, O! The town, O! the town, O! The lively, pleasant town, O! There’s healthy strife and active life, There’s spirit in the town, O! Though whiles we dream and whiles we scheme How we will yet sit down, O! And end our days in rural braes; We’ll never leave the town, O! The town, O! the town, O! The active, stirring town, O! Old Zimmerman would change his plan To live in Malvern town, O! From _Health and Pleasure, or Malvern Punch_, by Dr. J. B. Oddfish, London, 1865. ―――― HEY FOR SOCIAL SCIENCE, O! A SONG FOR THE SOCIAL SCIENCE MEETING, AT GLASGOW, IN 1860. Air――_Green grow the rashes, O!_ A pleasant week I lately passed In Glasgow town,――no city, O! With men of state and merchants great, And sages wise or witty, O! CHORUS:――_Hey for social science, O! Hey for social science, O! When wisdom, wine, and wit combine, They make a good alliance, O!_ We meet to show that all below To ruin fast is tending, O! That laws and schools and prison rules Are much in need of mending, O! _Hey for social science, &c._ But though, no doubt, t’was well made out That things are old and wheezy, O! O cursed spite! to set them right Was not so very easy, O! _Hey for social science, &c._