We'll Take a Cup of Kindness Yet
Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot, and old lang syne? . . . Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears, While we all sup sorrow with the poor; There's a song that will linger forever in our ears; Oh hard times come again no more. While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay, There are frail forms fainting at the door; Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say Oh hard times come again no more.
And there’s a hand my trusty friend! Give me a hand o’ thine! We’ll take a right good-will draft for 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.This is my 700th post at Loud Time. Thanks to everyone who meanders over here occasionally enough to keep me typing. Happy New Year from me to you; may the good of 2014 overwhelm the bad of 2013.