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 lang syne,
            We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
                For auld 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 pou'd the gowans fine;
    But we've wander'd mony a weary fit
        Sin' auld lang syne.

    We twa hae paidl'd 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 fere!
        And gie's a hand o' thine!
    And we'll tak a right gude-willie waught,
        For auld lang syne.


        Robert Burns