TO THE HON. TOM MACKENZIE.

Clutha Leader, Volume XXXVIII, Issue 22, 19 September 1911, Page 5

TO THE HON. TOM MACKENZIE.

♦ Should auld acquaintance be forgot, An' jicut broeht to min', When ye were truly Clutha Mac In days o' auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, dear Tom, For auld lang syne, We wad like to gle that name again For auld lang sync. Ye hae aften run aboot our braes, An' pu'ed the thistles fine, But ye've wandered mony a weary lit Since auld lang syne. For auld lang sync, dear Tom, For auld lang syne. Come tak the Clutha easy chair, For auld lang syne. \e hae wandered here an' o'er the seas, An' mony a friend is thine, But we ken we hae the foremost place, For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, dear Tom, Foi auld lang t<ynt\ An' Clutha's' graven on your heart Since auld lang syne. We've watched ye climin' lit by lit, And bravely speak your min'. An' we're prood o' Tom Mackenzie, For he's a son o' mine; For auld lang syne, dear Tom, For auld lang syne. Come to your Mither Clutha, Tom, For auld lang syne. We hae laid aside the auld pint stoup, The whusky and the wine, Likewise the big lang sleever beer We loved sae weel lang syne, For auld lang syne, dear Tom. That's unco lang syne. Though dry, ye'll find a welcome warm, For auld lang syne. -Clutha.