auld lang syne

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When I was a teenaged babysitter, I spent a New Year's eve or two reading the poetry of Robbie Burns. Blame it on an infatuation with all things Scottish.

Why no one has made a movie of the life of the Scots' bard, that I'm aware of, is indeed a mystery. Everything is there: romantic poet who toiled as a farmer -- but was probably better at cultivating women -- whose life was cut short at the age of 37. He fathered 15 children in his lifetime, nine with his wife. I imagine bad boy Colin Farrell, even though he's Irish, could play him.

2005 has not been an easy year, but it has not been a bad one. Here's raising a glass to what has been and what is to come!

Auld Lang Syne
By: Robert Burns

Chorus:
And for auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' 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.

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.

We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn,
Frae mornin' sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin 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-willy waught,
For auld lang syne.