Jan. 3, 2005: AULD LANG SYNE (Robert Burns)

Dear readers,

Busybusybusy today, so I’m pulling a massive forward from Mr. John
Bradshaw, Esq. This was sent by one of the employees at his firm, and it
certainly suffice for a dash of new year’s greeting to all. Best of luck
in ’05,

Matt

**********************

And so it comes again! My traditional New Year’s e-mail with the Robbie
Burns poems (and me la’rnin to write in Gaelic!). Some people send
Christmas
cards with letters included. I send poetry. It’s a Sue thing sent with
great affection.

Love and blessings!

Sue

And here it is:

Gude Frien’
As ye mae ken, my Montgomerie is a guid auld Scottish family and weel tied
tae Robbie Burns, so I here recite hi’ wards for y’r pleasure an’ offer a
toast tae his immortal memory and tae yoor bonnie an’ routhie (abundant)
new
yar!

Robbie Burns
For those o’ ye who dinnae ken (don’t know) who Rabbie Burns is, I suggest
tha’ ye soundly thrash yer literature teacher oor professor. Rabbie Burns
was simply one of the most brilliant poets e’er tae grace the printed oor
spoken ward! I include he’r b’low the text of Auld Lang Syne, as written
by Robert Burns.

Auld Lang Syne
(written 1788)

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

For auld lang syne, my Jo
For auld lang syne,
We’ll take 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 take a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

For auld lang syne, my Jo
For auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou’d the gowans fine,
But we’ve wander’d monie a weary fit
Sin’ auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo
For auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

We twa hae paidl’d in 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 take 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 guid-willie waught
For auld lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my jo
For auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

(And shu’d ye want ae mae (one more) . . ..

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune!

As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I:
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun;
I will luve thee still my dear,
When the sands of life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

All by Robert Burns

Happy New Year!

Sue

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