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HOGMANAY
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But we’ll stan’ while we can, an’ be dancin’ while
we may.
For there’s twa we hae to finish, an’ it’s Hog¬
manay.
Geordie Faa ! Geordie Faa !
There’s an auld carle glow’rin’ oot ahint yon wa’,
But we’ll sune gar him loup to the pipin’ till he
coup,
For we’ll gi’e him just a drappie, an’ he’ll no say
na!
My heid’s dementit an’ my feet’s the same,
When they’ll no wark thegither it’s a lang road
hame;
An’ we’ve twa miletotraivel or it’s mair like three.
But I’ve got a grip o’ Alick, an’ ye’d best grip me.
Geordie Faa ! Geordie Faa !
The morn’s near brakin' an’ we’ll need awa’,
Gin ye’re aye blawin’ strang, then we’ll maybe
get alang,
An’ the deevil tak’ the laddie that’s the first to
fa’ !