Auld
Lang Syne
by Robert Burns
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| CHORUS |
| And for auld lang syne, my jo, |
| For auld lang syne, |
| We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, |
| For auld lang syne. |
| 1. |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot, |
| And never brought to mind ? |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot, |
And days o' lang syne ?
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| 2. |
| 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.
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| 3. |
| 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.
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| 4. |
| We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn, |
| Frae mornin' sun till dine ; |
| But seas between us braid hae roar'd |
Sin auld lang syne.
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| 5. |
| And there's a hand, my trusty fiere ! |
| And gie's a hand o' thine ! |
| And we'll tak a right gude-willy waught, |
For auld lang syne.
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