Many thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Trerotoli for all their assistance with this year's piper, and to Paul and the whole catering team for producing such a wonderful meal for us all.

Some hae meat and canna eat

And some wad eat that want it;

But we hae meat and we can eat,

And sae the Lord be thankit.

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face

Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!

Aboon them a’ ye tak yer place,

Painch, tripe or thairm;

Weel are ye wordy o’ a grace

As lang’s my arm.

His knife see Rustic-labour dight,

An cut you up wi’ ready sleight,

Trenching your gushing entrails bright

Like onie ditch:

And then, O what a glorious sight,

Warm-reekin, rich!

Should auld acquaintance be forget,

And never brought to min?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And days o’ 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!