Auld Lang Syne
Tradition
Should old acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind Should old acquaintance be forgot And days of auld lang syne For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll take a cup o'kindness yet And days of 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. 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 run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine; But we've wandered mony a weary fit Sin'auld lang syne. 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 paidled i'the burn, Frae morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roared Sin'auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o'kindness yet, For auld lang syne. And there's a hand, my trusty fiere, And gie's a hand o'thine ! And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o'kindness yet, For auld lang syne.