I once was a Maid, tho' I cannot tell when,
And still my delight is in proper young men:
Some one of a troop of Dragoons was my dadie,
No wonder I'm fond of a Sodger Laddie.

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And now I have lived -- I know not how long,
And still I can join in a cup and song;
But whilst with both hands I can hold the cup steady,
Here 's to thee, My Hero, My Sodger Laddie.

-- Burns, "Love and Liberty -- A Cantata"

It's sugarin' time up country, but never once again
Shall I, now nighton eighty, see the spring a-comin' in
The old way, through the maple trees, acrost the pastures brown;
For I must stay, in sugarin' time, on Beacon Street in town.
The children no more, as of old, shall I tuck in at night,
Their little feet so tired, their hearts so happy light.
They wouldn't go back there if they could, and I'm too old, they say;
An' since Josiah isn't there, I let them have their way.
It's sugarin' time up country, though, an' memories, like the sap,
Start up and set me longin' for Mother Nature's lap,
An' him an' Jim -- the farm, the hens, the horses in the stall.
I wisht Josiah an' me was back, a-workin' hard an' all.

-- Helen Winslow, "In Sugarin' Time", set to music by Margaret Macarthur, last stanza