Robert Burns

Auld Lang Syne

We twa hae rin about the braes,
    And pu’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d monie a weary fit
    Sin’ auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’t i’ the burn,
    Frae mornin’ sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
    Sin’ auld lang syne.

And here’s a hand, my trusty fiere,
    And gie’s a hand o’ thine;
And we’ll tak a right gude-willie-waught
    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!

For auld lang syne, my dear,
    For auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.