Drawing Rabbie Burns

Whilst listening to Eddi Reader singing Burns poems (Aye, I’m that much of a patriot) I decided to whip my pencil oot and do a quick sketch of the immortal bard himself.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind’ ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And auld lang syne?

Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet.
For auld lang syne

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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 fit
Sin’ 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 paidl’d in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ 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.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fere!
And gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak’ a right gude willie-waught,
For auld lang syne.

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For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

Doodle by dioghaltas (Cinead MacAlpin) (Me)

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Author: dioghaltas

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