Auld Lang Syne

Traditional lyric adapted for my siblings

We six have run about the hills
and pulled the daisies fine,
but slowed to grey and weary foot
since days of auld lang syne.

Though we have waded in the creek
from morning sun till nine,
the seas between us swelled and cried
since days of auld lang syne.

But here’s my hand though old and sore
and ease your hand to mine,
we’ll drink those cups of kindness sure
and laugh of auld lang syne