Happy New Year - 2018
AULD LANG’S SINE
(to the tune of "Auld Lang Syne")
A clever Scot, Auld Simon Lang
Rests in a box o’ pine;
His contributions near-forgot -
‘E invented Auld Lang’s Sine.
Dreamed up the trig’s sine function,
And its coz’n bright an’ fine;
[One minus (Lang’s-Sine)squared], my dear,
Its square-root – Auld Lang’s Cosine.
And though his mind did grow less clear,
His concept’s been refined –
One o’er t’other – Tangent, dear
All derived frae Auld Lang’s Sine.
And at the end, his sight grown dim
Ideas still implant –
Turned on its head, Auld Lang’s Cosine,
We know as Auld Lang’s Secant.
His final word, “Cotangent”,
Then his soul was carried up;
So kindly pass the pi', my dear,And to Lang we’ll drink a cup.
For Simon's radiant angles,
Bright his ratios still shine!
O' Trig we'd all be mindless were
It nae for Auld Lang's Sine.
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Repeat verses 1 and 2
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