Should auld acquaintance
be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ auld lang syne?
And for auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand, my trusted fiere,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine
And we’ll tak a right gude-wili waught,
For auld lang syne
(Burns)
Children and Grandchildren
I had quite a
few favorite hymns and poems while I was growing up that helped me believe there was a God
in Heaven. We weren’t really church going people, but we did have religion in our
lives. My mother was sent to "The Band of Hope" when she was young, and my
Granny would often talk of Sundays when the only allowed reading was the Bible. But my
Granny was a rebel, and she also talked of sneaking in The News of the World (which I read
on Sundays and is still a British tabloid) and tossing it on top of the big black, teak
wardrobe when she heard her Granny coming to her room to check on her Sunday
reading!
"The Lord Is My Shepherd" has been set to music in
many ways. The version I consider Scottish is by a composer by the name of Crimond, I
believe, but I’m not sure of the spelling. But the words I loved the best in my
childhood, and still are today, are those of "The King of Love My Shepherd Is.."
It was the congregational hymn at Princess Diana’s funeral as one of her favorites,
so it must still be well known and loved in Scotland still. I hope you can catch the
spirit of the beautiful words and comforting music and enjoy this with me.
Click here to listen to the music of
The Lord Is My Shepherd
For some ha’e meat that canna eat,
And some nae meat that want it.
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
And may the Lord be thankit.
(Burns)
Hymns sung at Diana's Funeral |
