A wondrous place was the miller's home When graced by the sisters three47 But Charlie48 the lone survivor is Of that happy family. The old Mill's gone and the old friends too, And our eyes grow dim with tears, As memory carries us back again To the scene of bygone years. Sweet memory's hall, 0 the beautiful past Round which our heartstrings twine Would we could wander back again To the days of Auld Lang Syne. 137