Auld Lang Syne

Lyrics by Robert Burns, Melody by William Shield

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind? 
Should auld acquaintance be forgot 
and days of 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 

We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pou'd the gowans fine; 
we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin' auld lang syne 

We two hae paidled 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 friend, 
And gie's a hand o' thine; 
We'll take 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 of 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 
Robert Burns
Born January 25, 1759 
Died July 21, 1796
Arne's Grave
Shield's Grave
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