Hogmanay!

It is 2014 in Scotland - Happy Hogmanay!

Auld Lang Syne is actually a Scottish poem - that virtually no American actually knows the words to. So, here you are, in Scots:

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

and never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

and auld lang syne?

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 lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes,

and pu’d the gowans fine;

But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,

sin auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn,

frae morning 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.

There is an English translation, other than "drunken mumble mumble". But I'll leave you to Google that for yourself, should you wish to be the smarty-pants at the office party. 

In the meantime, I am off to Istanbul for my AMENDS Reunion Conference. Best wishes to all for a happy and rejuvenating transition between Gregorian units! ;)