Auld Lang Syne

by Robert Burns


And for auld lang syne, my jo,
    For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
    For auld lang syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    And never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    And days o’ lang syne ?
And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
    And surely I’ll be mine !
And 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 foot
    Sin auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn,
    Frae mornin’ 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 gude-willy waught,
    For auld lang syne.
Robert Burns | Classic Poems

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