It’s the ancient stuff that gets us going. We paste our modern concerns over contemporary fetes and whoop it up, but it all goes back to the cave.
Hallowe’en. New Years Day. Christmas. Easter. Mardi Gras. Sometimes it appears you’re peering into a closed up shop through a grimy window, and way across the room, past the dust of centuries that lays on every surface, through the dim sepia light, you see another window grimier still. Through that one, who knows what you’d see? It’s lost to pen and ink, but it’s written in our marrow somehow.
Here are the goddamn words, by the way:
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.
- CHORUS
We 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.
- CHORUS
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.
- CHORUS
And 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
Everyone forgets the words, and belts it out any old way in a drunken, misty, stentorian bellow. That’ll do. But the thing they forget, the thing that really matters, are the question marks.
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?
3 Responses
You’re right, but you knew that already, didn’t you?
Happy 007 to you and yours 😉
Heh.
Until you wrote it, it never occurred to me that it was “007.”
Heh.
Indeed. (Heh!)
I’d like to claim authorship, but I have to confess I stole it from amba.