Whitby Free Press, 30 Nov 1994, p. 50

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vJ urfd IIajiqjyne Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, We'Il tak' a cup o' kindness yet, for auld lang syne. O holy night! The stars are brightly shining, It is the night of the dear saviour's birth! Long lay the world in sin and error pining, Till He appear'd, and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn; Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices! O, night divine! O night when Christ was born; O, night divine! O, night, 0, night divine! Led by the light of faith serenely beaming, With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand. So, led by light of a star - sweetly gleaming, Here came the wise men from the Orient land. The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger, In all our trials born to be our friend; He knows our needs, to our weaknesses no stranger; Behold, your King! Before Him lowly bend! Behold your King, your King, before Him bend! Truly He taught us to love one another; His law is love and His gospel is Peace. Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother, And in His name all oppression shall cease. Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we; Let all within us praise His holy name! Christ is the Lord! Then ever praise we! His pow'r and glory ever-more proclaim! His pow'r and glory ever-more proclaim! jingle (]3e[[s Dashing thro' the snow In a one horse open sleigh, O'er the fields we go Laughing all the way; Bells on bob-tail ring, Making spirits bright, What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song tonight! Chorus (Ohhh), Jingle, bells; Jingle, bells! Jingle all the way! Oh what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh! (Hey!) Repeat A day or two ago I thought I'd take a ride, And soon Miss Fannie Bright Was seated by my side; The horse was lean and lank, Misfortune seem'd his lot He got into a drifted bank, And we, we got up-sot. Chorus Now the ground is white, Go it while you're young, Take the girls tonight, And sing the sleighing song Just get a bob-tailed nag Two forty for his speed, Then hitch him to an open sleigh, And crack! you'll take the lead. Chorus VER5i * Clean, Efficient ' MODELS T Burning Up To 80% HOS* No Masonry Chirnney Is Required * 5 Yr. Warranty * FREE In-Home Estimates 10 Whitby Free Press Nov. 30/94 F i I k zlrmwew RIMÉ

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