"Should auld [1] acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld 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.
And surely ye’ll be [2] your pint-stowp [3]!
And surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
CHORUS
We twa [4] hae [5] run about the braes [6],
and pou’d [7] the gowans [8] fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony [9] a weary fit [10],
sin’ [11] auld lang syne.
CHORUS
We twa hae paidl’d [12] in the burn [13],
frae [14] morning sun till dine [15] ;
But seas between us braid [16] hae roar’d
sin’ auld lang syne.
CHORUS
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere [17] !
And gies [18] a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willie-waught [19],
for auld lang syne.
CHORUS"
(Robert Burns, Songs from Robert Burns)
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