FEAR NOT; A COMMUNIST COMES TO YOUR RESCUE!
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'? Should auld acqaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For 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. (Chorus - For auld.....)
We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, From mornin' sun til dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd, Sin auld lang syne. (Chorus - For auld....)
And here'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. (Chorus - For auld....)
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 - For auld.....)
Words by Robert Burns. Tune 'I feed a lass at Martinmas' Taken from 'The Song Book', published by Macmillan & Co, London and New York, 1892
OK, so a brief departure from things political as I have a headcold and I'm a wee bit peely-wally the nicht.
Sincere best wishes to all comrades actively engaged in the battles of the class war.
The struggle continues!