Auld lang syne

drawing by marguerita

Poem by Robert Burns

Burns once declared the following version to be the best.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
And never brought to mind?         
Should auld aqcuaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne?            

For auld lang syne, my jo,                   Sweetheart
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 pou'd the gowans fine;     
But we've wander'd mony a weary fit,         Many a weary foot
Sin' auld lang syne.         

We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn   
Frae morning sun till dine;                From morning sun until noon (dinner)
But seas between us braid hae roar'd         Broad have roared
Sin' auld lang syne

And there's a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o' thine;    
And we'll tak a right gude-willie waught,    Drink of good will
For auld lang syne