zaterdag 18 september 2010
Twee gedichten van de Schot Robert Burns
Auld Lange Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min'?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear.
For auld lang syne.
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 foot
Sin' auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidled i' the burn,
From 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;
For we'll tak a right guidwillie waught,
For auld lang syne.
And surely ye'll be your pont stowp,
And surely I'll be mine;
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
Go fetch to me a Pint O' Wine
Go fetch to me a Pint O' Wine,
And fill it in a silver tassie;
That I may drink, before I go,
A service to my bonnie lassie.
The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith.
Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the ferry,
The ship rides by the Berwick-law,
And I mann leave my bonnie Mary.
The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
The glittering spears are rankèd ready;
The shouts o' war are heard afar,
The battle closes thick and bloody;
But it's n the roar o' sea or shore
Wad mak me langer wish to tarry;
Nor shout' o' war that's heard afar,
It's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary.
Robert Burns (1759-1796)
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Afbeeldingen
1. De dichter Robert Burns. Diens portret wordt omgeven door kleine afbeeldingen die betrekking hebben op zijn werken.
2. Illustratie behorende bij Aulde Lang Syne.
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