“Auld Lang Syne” by Robert Burns. 1759–1796

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
+++++++And never brought to min’?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
+++++++And days o’ lang syne?

We twa hae rin about the braes,
+++++++

And pu’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d monie a weary fit
+++++++Sin’ auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’t i’ the burn,
+++++++

Frae mornin’ sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
+++++++

Sin’ auld lang syne.

And here ‘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.

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! 20

For auld lang syne, my dear,
+++++++For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
+++++++

For auld lang syne.

gowans = daisies
fit = foot
dine = dinner-time
fiere = partner
guid-willie waught = friendly draught