AULD LANG SYNE
by: Robert Burns (1759-1796)
- Chorus
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- OR auld
lang syne, my dear,
- For auld lang syne,
- We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
- For auld lang syne!
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- I
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- Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
- And never brought to min'?
- Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
- And auld lang syne?
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- II
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- And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,
- And surely I'll be mine,
- And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet
- For auld lang syne!
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- III
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- We twa hae run about the braes,
- And pu'd the gowans fine,
- But we've wander'd monie a weary foot
- Sin' auld lang syne.
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- IV
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- We twa hae paidl'd in the burn
- Frae mornin sun till dine;
- But seas between us braid hae roar'd
- Sin' auld lang syne.
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- V
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- And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,
- And gie's a hand o' thine,
- And we'll take a right quid-willie waught,
- For auld lang syne!
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- Chorus
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- For auld lang syne, my dear,
- For auld lang syne,
- We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
- For auld lang syne!
"Auld Lang Syne" is reprinted
from English Poems. Ed. Edward Chauncey Baldwin &
Harry G. Paul. New York: American Book Company, 1908. |
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