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enjoying the bubbles.

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Meanwhile, here’s something to listen to.

Auld Lang Syne
by Robert Burns, 1788
Dougie MacLean

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne.
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
for days of auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes
and pou’d the gowans fine.

But we’ve wander’d many a weary fit
since days of auld lang sine.

And we twa hae paidl’d in the burn
frae morning sun till dine.

But seas between us braid hae roar’d
since days of auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear.
For auld lang syne.
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
for days of auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint stoup
and surely I’ll be mine.

And we’ll tak a coup 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 right guid-willie-waught
for auld lang syne.

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

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

Same Auld Lang Syne
Dan Fogelberg

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