Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 238. Song—Auld Lang Syne |
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| SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, | |
| And never brought to mind? | |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot, | |
| And auld lang syne! | |
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| Chorus.—For auld lang syne, my dear, | 5 |
| For auld lang syne. | |
| We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, | |
| For auld lang syne. | |
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| And surely ye’ll be your pint stowp! | |
| And surely I’ll be mine! | 10 |
| And we’ll tak a cup o’kindness yet, | |
| For auld lang syne. | |
| For auld, &c. | |
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| We twa hae run about the braes, | |
| And pou’d the gowans fine; | 15 |
| But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit, | |
| Sin’ auld lang syne. | |
| For auld, &c. | |
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| We twa hae paidl’d in the burn, | |
| Frae morning sun till dine; | 20 |
| But seas between us braid hae roar’d | |
| Sin’ auld lang syne. | |
| For auld, &c. | |
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| And there’s a hand, my trusty fere! | |
| And gie’s a hand o’ thine! | 25 |
| And we’ll tak a right gude-willie waught, | |
| For auld lang syne. | |
| For auld, &c. | |
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