NEW YEAR’S DAY, 1902
Yestreen we bade the auld year adieu,
To-day we welcome Nineteen Hundred an’ two;
’Mid grief and sorrow, and pleasure gay,
Nineteen Hundred an’ one has passed away.
While steadily marching, homeward boun’,
As bygone years, it has quickly flown;
While busy toiling for our daily bread,
Away from our vision it has fled.
Though time is short and quickly rolls away,
An’ tousy pows turn bald and grey,
The sons of men all o’er the earth,
Gladly welcome the New Year’s birth.
