Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood,

Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies;

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have had pｒｅaｄ•９9ｃｓｗ.cｏmlaymates, I have had companions,

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,

Why wert not thou born in my fathers dwelling?

Seeking to find th九*九*藏*書e old familiar faces.

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

And some are taken from me; all are departed;

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

So m九-九-藏-書ight we talk of the old familiar faces;

How some they have died, and some they have left me,

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Like an ingrate, I left 九九藏書my friend abruptly;

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother,

I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man:

Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.

I loved a Loｈtｔpｓ://ｒeaｄ•９９cｓｗ•ｃoｍve once, fairest among women:

Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her;

In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days;

Earth seemd a desert I was bound to traverse,