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Happy New Year!
31 December 2024
Our New Year's Eve tradition is to present an old recording of Auld Lang Syne along with a few photos of Judy's band, a collection of three translucent toy bears playing musical instruments.
This year, however, we had to the fun of hearing Joyce's sister Judy herself play the tune on the piano at the nursing home where Joyce finds herself these days. Judy and her son Andy, who found the sheet music online and scrolled through it on his smartphone as his mother played, had come from Sacramento for a visit.
We found this year's audio of Auld Lang Syne at Archive.org. We were looking for a piano version to accompany our stills from the video (which is too large to share here given Meta's bandwidth attack this month).
This is an old piece by Robert Burns, which we translated some time ago. Recently, though, we bumped into another which, given the circumstances with Joyce, we found even more apt to the end of our year.
A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
A Red, Red Rose
O my Love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Love is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till all the seas run dry.
Till all the seas run dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt in the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
As the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only love!
And fare thee well awhile!
And I will come again, my love,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
