December 31, 2010

• Auld Lang syne

  We twa hae run about the braes,
  and pu’d the gowans fine ;
  But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot,
  sin auld lang syne.

  We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn,
  frae morning sun till dine ;
  But seas between us braid hae roar’d
  sin auld lang syne.

  For auld lang syne, my jo,
  for auld lang syne,
  we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
  for auld lang syne.

  And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
  and gie's a hand o’ thine !
  And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
  for auld lang syne.

  Athbhliain faoi mhaise duit!

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