And so, as the clock strikes twelve and another year fades into memory, we sing—not perfectly, not solemnly, but earnestly. For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne.
The Enduring Allure of Auld Lang Syne
And so, as the clock strikes twelve and another year fades into memory, we sing—not perfectly, not solemnly, but earnestly. For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne.