I was able to see a rerun of BBCs "Last Night of The Proms" on TV today. Every year I try to watch this show, it's a tradition of mine. And every year I just fall to pieces.... Yes, I know it is a bunch of posh people bobbing up and down, honking horns, waving their flags and making one h.. of a noise. BUT, you can't fail to be roused by Land of Hope and Glory (Pomp and Circumstance), the Sailor's Hornpipe, Jerusalem... I know I can't and that's why I always get tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat. I grin like an idiot, tears running down my cheeks and I am not able to talk, only unintelligent gibberish comes out of my mouth between the gasps and sobs. I cannot understand why I am so sentimental!! It's really quite weird...... I am a Norwegian, not a Brit!! Or maybe it's my British genes acting up, trying to show themselves, trying to get the edge over my Norwegian genes? At the end of the night, when the concert is over and the audience starts singing "Auld Lang Syne", then I burst into tears for real!
!!! RULE BRITANNIA !!!
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I'll be mine,
And we'll tak a cup o kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou'd the gowans fine,
But we've wander'd monie a weary fit,
Sin auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl'd in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin auld lang syne.
And there's a hand my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o thine,
And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught,
For auld lang syne
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