by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

Auld Lang Syne
Language: Scottish (Scots) 
Available translation(s): FRE
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
 And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
 And [auld]1 lang syne!
 For auld lang syne, my [jo]2,
   For auld lang syne,
 We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
   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.

We twa hae run about the braes,
 And pa'd3 the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot4,
 Sin' auld lang syne.

We taw hae paidl'd in the burn,
 Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd,
 Sin auld lang syne.

And there 's a hand, my trusty fiere!
 And gie 's a hand o' thine!
And we'll take a right gude-willie-waught,
 For auld lang syne.

L. Beethoven sets stanzas 1, the refrain, 3, 5

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1 Beethoven: "days o' "
2 Beethoven (and some other versions of Burns): "dear"
3 Some other versions of Burns: "pou'd"
4 Some other versions of Burns: "fit"


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 25
Word count: 135