Auld Lang Syne

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AULD LANG SYNE

SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min'?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of o' lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll taka cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot,
Sin auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll taka cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl't i' the burn,
From mornin' sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd,
Sin auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll taka cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gl'es a hand o' thine;
And we'll taka right guid willie-waught,
For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll taka cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint stoup,
And surely I'll be mine;
And we'll taka cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll taka cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

– ROBERT BURNS

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