Again Rejoicing Nature Sees Her

Dweller In Yon Dungeon Dark, Hangman Of Creation, Mark! Who In Widow Weeds Appears, Laden With Unhonoured Years, Noosing With Care A Bursting Purse, Baited With Many A Deadly Curse?

Painters And Poets Have Liberty To Lie.

Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot And Never Brought To Mind? Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot And Days Of Auld Lang Syne? For Auld Lang Syne, My Dear, For Auld Lang Syne, We'll Take A Cup Of Kindness Yet, For Auld Lang Syne.

Nature's Law, That Man Was Made To Mourn. Man's Inhumanity To Man Makes Countless Thousands Mourn! O Death, The Poor Man's Dearest Friend, The Kindest And The Best!

Kings May Be Blest, But Tam Was Glorious, O'er A' The Ills O' Life Victorious.