Robert Burns(1759–1796)
Auld Lang Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And auld lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my jo,joy
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
And surely ye'll be your pint stowp!pay for / pint cup
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo, . . .
We twa hae run about the braes 0
And pou'd the gowans 0 fine;daisies
But we've wander'd many a weary fitt,
Sin auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo, . . .
We twa hae paidl'd in the burn 0stream
Frae morning sun till dine;dinner, noon
But seas between us braid 0 hae roar'd,broad
Sin auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo, . . .
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere!friend
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak a right gude-willie-waught, i
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo, . . .
1796