Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . syne? For auld lang syne, my dear. For auld lang tak a cup o kindness yet/ For auld lang syne. We twa hae* run about the braes,^ And poud the gowans fine;But weve wandered mony^ a w^eary foot Sin^ auld lang auld, etc. We twa hae paidlt i the burn, Frae mornin sun till dine;^^But seas between us braid^^ hae roared Sin auld lang syne. For auld, etc. 2. That is, ive will drink for the sake of old times. 3. Tica means two. 4. Hae is the Scotch for have. 5. A brae
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . syne? For auld lang syne, my dear. For auld lang tak a cup o kindness yet/ For auld lang syne. We twa hae* run about the braes,^ And poud the gowans fine;But weve wandered mony^ a w^eary foot Sin^ auld lang auld, etc. We twa hae paidlt i the burn, Frae mornin sun till dine;^^But seas between us braid^^ hae roared Sin auld lang syne. For auld, etc. 2. That is, ive will drink for the sake of old times. 3. Tica means two. 4. Hae is the Scotch for have. 5. A brae is a sloping hillside. 6. Poud is a contracted form of pulled. 7. Dandelions, daisies and other yellow flowers are called gowansby the Scotch. 8. Mony is viany. 9. Sin is a contraction of since. 10. Paidlt means paddled. 11. A burn is a brook. 12. Frae is the Scotch word for from. 13. Dine means dinner-time, midday. 14. Braid is the Scotch form of broad. 230 AuLD Lang Syne And heres a hand, my trusty frere,^^ And gies^ a hand o thine;And well tak a right guid^ willie-waught^^ For aiild lang syne. For auldj FOR AULD LANG SYNE And surely yell be your pint-stoup,^® And surely Ill be mine;And well tak a cup o kindness yetFor auld lang auld, etc. 15. Frere means friend. 16. Gies is a contracted form of give tis. 17. Guid is the Scottish spelling of good. 18. A willie-waught is a hearty draught. 19. A pint-stoup is a pint-cup or flagon. HOME THEY BROUGHT HERWARRIOR DEAD By Alfred Tknxyson HOJNIE they brought her warrior dead:She nor svvooiid nor utterd cry:All her maidens, watching, said,She must weep or she will die. Then they praised him, soft and low,Calld him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe;Yet she never spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place. Lightly to the warrior stept,Took a face-cloth from the face; Yet she neither moved nor wept. Rose a nurse of ninety years,Set his child upon her knee— Like summer tempest came her tears—Sweet
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