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* * * * * * * * * * Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintances be forgot, And 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. And there's a hand, my trusty fiere ! And gie's a hand o' thine ? And we'll tak a right gude-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. * * * * * * * * * * |
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     Here endeth the first volume of the Chronicles of Lodge Riddrie          My story being done,          They gave me for my pains stentorian rasps :          They swore (and could you blame them for their swears)          'Twas full of strange accounts, inane omissions ;          They wish'd they had not read it                                                             (Not from "Othello") |