AULD LANG SYNE

Hail, Poetry

AULD LANG SYNE

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And days of auld lang syne?

 

Chorus

For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld land syne

We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet

For auld lang syne.

 

We twa hae run aboot the braes

And pu’d the gowans fine

But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot

Sin’ auld lang syne.

 

We twa hae paidl’t in the burn

Frae morning sun till dine

But seas between us braid hae roar’d

Sin’ auld lang syne.

 

And there’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.

 

And surely ye’ll be your pint stoup

And surely I’ll be mine

And we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet

For auld lang syne.

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