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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

Poems of Friendship

Auld Lang Syne

Robert Burns (1759–1796)

SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to min’?

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.

We twa hae run about the braes,

And pu’d the gowans fine;

But we ’ve wandered mony a weary foot

Sin’ auld lang syne.
For auld, etc.

We twa hae paidl’t i’ the burn,

Frae mornin’ sun till dine;

But seas between us braid hae roared

Sin’ auld lang syne.
For auld, etc.

And here ’s a hand, my trusty fiere,

And gie ’s a hand o’ thine;

And we ’ll tak a right guid-willie waught

For auld lang syne.
For auld, etc.

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.

For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne,

We ’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,

For auld lang syne.