William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Auld Lang SyneRobert Burns (17591796)
S
And never brought to min’?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ lang syne?
And pou’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
Sin’ auld lang syne.
For auld, etc.
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.
For auld, etc.
And gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.
For auld, etc.
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.