Auld Lang Syne
The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, 1788
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And never brought to min'?Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And days o' lang syne?
CHORUS.For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne,We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,For auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,And pu'd the gowans fine,But we've wander'd mony a weary footSin auld lang syne.For auld, &c.
We twa hae paidl't i' the burn,From mornin sun till dine;But seas between us braid hae roar'dSin auld lang syne.For auld, &c.
And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,And gie's a hand o' thine;And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught,For auld lang syne.For auld, &c.
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,And surely I'll be mine;And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yetFor auld lang syne.For auld, &c.