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  Johnny

  23-04-2003 17:22

  Ik ben voor enkele senioren op zoek voor een droef afscheid naar de teksten van

  -Land of hope and glory

  -Auld lang syne

  Wie kan mij helpen
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  bert

  23-04-2003 18:40

  hier is : land of hope and glory

  Urrrrh

  What's the time?

  I was trying to get some sleep

  Attention, urrraaah, bridges

  Sharkey, Nutley, Jackson, Thompson,Master

  Well, as you can see we've got a new recruit to this land of hope and glory

  Hands behind backs and legs apart and tell us all of your unfortunate story.

  Who me sir?

  Yes, you ssssir!

  I was an innocent man till someone grassed me of a plan

  Of earning some big a money

  If I hadn't mouthed it about, I am sure without doubt

  I'd 'ave missed this land of hope and glory

  Well you poor poor sod, here you're up sharp at six thirty

  Cold shower down to breakfast, can't have you looking dirty

  I suggest you eat what's given you even if it doesn't agree with you

  Cos It's all you're be getting up until twelve thirty

  In between this time stay up in your room, you can dream of life

  good things

  Two years of my teen age life given to this stand to attention life

  Of land of hope and glory

  I get so bored as time goes by, I think I'll do something dirty

  I pick at the floor for juicy butts and I'll make myself a smoke

  A bog roll and envelope stick it, all this helps to pass my time

  As the evening drags on, you can watch a little telly

  Hot Gossip pans people with a little bit of belly

  A hot drink served cold with the heat of yesterday's

  Don't complain learn the game and I'll get through another day

  I watch the second hand on the clock at long last is nine thirty

  Off to bed straight to sleep as I leave this land of hope and glory

  But only for a few seconds I'm in n ecstasy

  Before the bell rings to let me know, sharp at six thirty

  A the, a two, a six, a ta

  Quiet, come on you lot, come on, lights out
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  bert

  23-04-2003 18:41

  en ook : auld lang syne

  Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

  And never brought to mind?

  Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

  And days of auld lang syne?

  And days of auld lang syne, my dear,

  And days of auld lang syne.

  Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

  And days of auld lang syne?

  We twa hae run aboot the braes

  And pu'd the gowans fine.

  We've wandered mony a weary foot,

  Sin' auld lang syne.

  Sin' auld lang syne, my dear,

  Sin' auld lang syne,

  We've wandered mony a weary foot,

  Sin' auld ang syne.

  We twa hae sported i' the burn,

  From morning sun till dine,

  But seas between us braid hae roared

  Sin' auld lang syne.

  Sin' auld lang syne, my dear,

  Sin' auld lang syne.

  But seas between us braid hae roared

  Sin' auld lang syne.

  And ther's a hand, my trusty friend,

  And gie's a hand o' thine;

  We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,

  For auld lang syne.

  For auld lang syne, my dear,

  For auld lang syne,

  We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,

  For auld lang syne.