Auld Lang Syne Should auld aquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind Should auld aquaintance 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. We twa ha'e 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 ha'e paidl'd in the burn, frae morning sun till dine, But seas between us broad ha'e roared, sin' auld lang syne. And here's a hand, my trusty friend, and gie's a hand o' thine, We'll tak' a richt gude-willy waught, for auld lang syne. And surely ye'll be your pint stoop, and surely I'll be mine, And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
Music; traditional. Content copyright © 2000 held by the author; Ian Hall.
