Burns (& trad): Auld Lang Syne

ROBERT BURNS (& trad.):

Auld Lang Syne	Old Long Since
And for auld lang syne, my jo,	jo: dear
For auld lang syne
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne

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

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp!	pay
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	hills
And pu’d the gowans fine;	heather
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot
Sin auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn,	brook
Frae mornin’ sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d	broad
Sin auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere!	brother
And gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right guid-willy waught,	goodwill draught
For auld lang syne.