To an Old Mate

Old Mate! In the gusty old weather, When our hopes and our troubles were new; In the years spent in wearing out leather, I found you unselfish and true I have gathered these s together For the sake of our friendship and you You may think for a while and with reason Though still with a kindly regret That I've left it for late in the season To prove I remember you yet, But you'll never judge me by their treason Who prop thy friends and forget. I can still feel the spirit that bore us, And often the old stars will shine I remember the last spree in For the sake of that other Lang Syne, When the tracks lay divided before us, Your path through the future and mine; Through the frost wind that cuts like whip lashes Through the ever blind haze of the drought, And in fancier times by the flashes, Of light in the darkness of death, I have followed the tent poles and ashes, Of camps that we moved further out, You will find in these pages a trace of, That side of our past that was bright, And recognize something the face of, A friend who has dropped out of sight. Oh I send them along in the place of, The letters I promised to write, (yeah) Old Mate! In the gusty old weather, When our hopes and our troubles were new; In the years spent in wearing out leather, I found you unselfish and true I have gathered these s together For the sake of our friendship and you. Transcribed: Marten Busstra 2009]