Auld Lang Syne

by Robert Burns

 

CHORUS
And for auld lang syne, my jo,
    For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
    For auld lang syne.

1.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    And never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    And days o’ lang syne ?
 
2.
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.
 
3.
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.
 
4.
We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn,
    Frae mornin’ sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
    Sin auld lang syne.
 
5.
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
    And gie’s a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
    For auld lang syne.
 
Robert Burns | Classic Poems
 

A Red, Red Rose ] To a Mountain Daisy ] Address to a Haggis ] Address to Edinburgh ] [ Auld Lang Syne ] Is there for Honest Poverty ] Address to the Unco Guid ] The Cotter's Saturday Night ] To a Louse ] My Heart's in the Highlands ] Holy Willie's Prayer ] Tam O'Shanter ] To a Mouse ]

 

 


 

 

 
 
 
 

 Poems by Cameron Self | About Us | Contact Us Advertise on PG

© Cameron Self 2003-2014.  All rights reserved.                                                                                                                                  Hosted by UK Web.Solutions Direct