New Year In My Youth
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by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015
When I was just a lad, and the New Year came around
We’d sing and dance and party, till midnight bells did sound
my hair was dark in those days, so First Footer was my chore
and just before the midnight peal, Mam shoved me out the back door
With coin in my pocket, coal and bread in hand
I’d run round to the front door, and in the cold I’d stand
waiting till the voices singing Auld Lang Syne I’d hear
then I’d know the time was right for First Footer to appear
All standing in a circle, arms crossed and holding hands
move toward the centre, something done in many lands
gie’ us your hand my trusted friend, and here’s a hand o’ mine
we’ll drink a cup of kindness yet, for the sake of Auld Langs Syne
I’d give my dad the silver, to prosper through the year
I’d give the bread to Mam, so food was always here
the coal went in the fireplace, to keep away the cold
and bless our home with happiness, and love worth more than gold
We’d make our resolutions, but none of them we’d keep
I’d be nicer to my sisters, and would not make them weep
but that did not happen, and they knew it never would
but just the same, our life and times were good
Copyright © Robert J Moore | Year Posted 2016
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