Aptly named Auld Lang Syne, a song which was submitted to the Scots Musical Museum by the Scottish poet, Robert Burns, who claimed the words were taken from an old man's singing. The lyric's in the Scottish version is about good friends sitting down together and recalling adventures and memories of long ago.
I've tried several times to come up with a description of what you will find but I have to admit, like Scotland, it's hard to describe. You will find rough terrain and soft gentle spots to rest your feet, which is Scotland. It's a land of contrasts, with harsh and weathered cliffs that the sea beats on it, day-to-day, and then the soft gentle moors, with the heather sweetening up the air and enchanting you as you walk by it. And yes, that is what Eloise pulled into SL, the whole atmosphere that makes Scotland such an amazing and beautiful land. With that said, I think in ending, I will just leave you with the Scottish version of Auld Lang Syne.
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 jo,
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 land 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 guid willy waught,
For auld lang syne.
Credit:
Lyrics and information obtained at Encyclopedia Britannica
