Burn's Day
In honor of Robert Burn's Birthday I present one of his best known poems: Auld Lang Syne (Old Long Ago)
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my jo,
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 you'll pay for yours)
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne,
We twa hae run about the braes (We two have run about the hills)
And pu'd the gowans fine; (and pulled the wild daisies fine)
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin auld lang syne. (Since auld lang syne)
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne,
We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn, (We two have waded in the brook)
Frae mornin' sun till dine; (From morning sun till noon)
But seas between us braid hae roar'd (But seas between us broad, have roared)
Sin auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne,
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere! (And there's a hand my trusty chum)
And gie's a hand o' thine! (And give me a hand of yours)
And we'll tak a right gude-willy waught, (And we'll take a proper goodwill drink)
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne,
2000-12-26 22:58
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