The friend whose friendship gave me thine,
With kindness past all telling,
Pursues me since the “auld lang syne”
When first with him I fell in.
Ah! while we watched the summer tide
Lap thy gray rocks, Kinvara,
We recked not that o’er oceans wide
He’d fly to Yarra-Yarra!
He tells me that the sky above
Is bluer far and brighter