Auld Lang Syne
American English Version> Though faint the acquaintance with work that I had—
how I hate to bring it to mind!—
Just a quaint nodding acquaintance is all that it was,
made me quite sick for quite a long time!

For those long old times, my joy
For those long old times,
We'll drink a quart of Guiness yet,
For those long old times.

So cut down a bit on your belly each day,
Get it flat, put a stop to all fat flat out,
And as for carbs, they're like sharp barbs
Jabbing away rough shod at your bod.

We two have beat about the bush,
Actun' as though the goin' ons wuz fine,
But we've squandered a good mony
Pounds in those long old times.
We two have paddled around in the stream
Got soaking wet and our behinds
With the hands of our mothers got paddled good,
A cuppa kindness us very good woulda stood.



Translation: Wendell Hall (No attempt to capture the rime but, at best, an Anglo reflection of the shimmering silver French.)