Mostly about my backyard chickens. (Boring, I know), but there are a lot of us out here. Mine are only kept as pampered pets. I could eat a neighbor's chicken, but not MINE. There may be a comment on current events only if I get riled up enough. And there will always be a cartoon or a joke to cheer us. I promise to try my very best to respond to comments. Now I have to figure out how this blogger thingy works....
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
On Old long syne.
- CHORUS:
- On Old long syne my Jo,
On Old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
On Old long syne.
It was a New Year's Eve tradition in my parents' household, and woe unto them that wouldn't stop talking to hear the Royal Canadians play!
ReplyDeleteWas the same at our house, too! :o).
DeleteHmm...I never heard that verse. For me, New year's Eve has never been the same since Guy Lombardo's passing. He WAS New Year's!
ReplyDeleteIt's from a poem by Robert Burns. And you are so right, Gorges - it's never been the same without hearing him live on the radio or the TV! Happy New Year!
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