This is the last day of two thousand and nine
And lets farewell the old year in brandy or wine
Or rum, beer or vodka or gin or stout
We will welcome the new in and sing the old out,
We will go to the park and drink as we dine
And sing Robert Burns song for Auld Lang Syne
But for the dying decade we won't shed a tear
Tomorrow we will live in another new year,
The old year is dying and the clock ticking fast
And the future ahead and the past in the past
Through another year we have made it somehow
So why not celebrate and make the most of the now
Whilst the life of the old year is ebbing away
And tomorrow a new year and another day.
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