In Fulham full of misery

I had a friend, I had a choice: 

Two parts in Scotland, offered me

Claudius or Sydney; he gave voice

Thank God – so Plat du Jour the play

And you, my new dear love to stay

To Scotland once again I go

Twenty years later, thanking God

For friends enduring through life’s flow

And that you love a morose sod

Like me; such blessings friends bring forth

I’ll miss you, once more, going North 

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