No, this is not a Morningside version of Burns's global favourite but a precursor, by Sir Robert Ayton (1569-1638), a poet at the court of James VI and I.

Unlike Burns's lines, which deal with friendship rather than love, this is an intensely personal plea and pledge, particularly the third verse.

OLD-LONG-SYNE

Should old Acquaintance be forgot,

And never thought upon,

The Flames of Love extinguished,

And freely past and gone?

Is thy kind Heart now grown so cold

In that Loving Breast of thine,

That thou canst never once reflect

On Old-long-syne?

Where are thy Protestations,

Thy Vows and Oaths, my Dear,

Thou made to me, and I to thee,

In Register yet clear?

Is Faith and Truth so violate

To the Immortal Gods Divine,

That thou canst never once reflect

On Old-long-syne?

If e'er I have a House, my Dear,

That truly is call'd mine,

And can afford but Country Cheer,

Or ought that's good therein;

Tho' thou were Rebel to the King,

And beat with Wind and Rain,

Assure thy self of Welcome Love,

For Old-long-syne.