I don't think many Brits of my generation would feel at all happy 'holding hands' with folk on either side while singing. I remember the poor Queen singing Auld Lang Syne with Tony Blair (!!) at her side at the Millennium. She wouldn't cross her arms to hold his hand, and just extended a paw rather reluctantly, looking terribly ill-at-ease. I always think the tune is such a dragging thing. It needs to be sung by true Africans, with 'open voices' and a lot of harmonies. Zulus for example, or Ladysmith Black Mambazo. But not earnest hippies swaying around and looking 'moved'. Yuk! (I sang it as a Brownie in the early fifties, and hated the blooming thing even then!)
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