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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. III. The Eighteenth Century: Addison to Blake

Robert Burns (1759–1796)

Auld Lang Syne

SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And days o’ lang syne?

Chorus.
For auld lang syne, my dear,

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 of kindness yet

For auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.

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.
For auld, &c.

We twa hae paidl ’d i’ the burn,

From morning sun till dine;

But seas between us braid hae roar’d

Sin’ auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.

And here ’s a hand, my trusty fere,

And gie ’s a hand o’ thine;

And we ’ll tak a right guid willie-waught,

For auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.