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 big Sine, and its
Gude cos’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
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.
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.
T. set stats test.
I-pen is rotator: sine pi.
A [C]clever [Am] Scot, Auld [Dm] Simon [G7] Lang
Rests [C] in a [C7] box o’ [F] pine;
His [C] contri[Am]butions [Dm] near-for[G#dim7]got -
‘E in[Am]vented [Dm] Auld [G7] Lang’s [C] Sine.