It has been a bittersweet year for us – but isn’t it always? One more daughter married, two moved farther away, the third becoming a woman so quickly.
In this year, one of my joys has been the companionship with both the Chicagoboyz and the Chicagoboyz readers – somehow we are becoming a community defined by the most abstract and yet important of links. Thanks to you all for this year – and thanks to Jonathan, may he long have the patience to keep this rowdy house party going.
And Youtube, with all its faults, brings us memories before most of us (even me) have many of them. And Burns’ lyrics.
Burns’ verse:
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?
CHORUS:For auld lang syne, my dear,for auld lang syne,we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,for auld lang syne.And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
And surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
CHORUSWe twa hae run about the braes,
and pou’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin’ auld lang syne.
CHORUSWe twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin’ auld lang syne.
CHORUSAnd there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
And gies a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willie-waught,
for auld lang syne.
CHORUS