Auld Lang Syne. By Robert Burns
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 ran about the braes,
And pu’d the gowansL fine;
But we’ve wandered mony a weary foot,
Sin’ auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl’t i’ the burn,M
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin’ 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.
Notes
L Wild daisies.
M Brook.