Auld Lang Syne
* (Robert Burns)
We twa hae rin aboot the braes
And pu'd the gowans fine
We've wandered many's the weary step
Since auld lang syne
We twa hae paidled i' the burn
Frae morning sun til dine
But seas between us brade hae roared
Since auld lang syne
Aye and surely you'll be your pint stowp
And surely I'll be mine
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
So here's my hand, my trusty frier
And gie's the hand o' thine
We'll drink a right guid wulliewaught
For the sake of auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For the sake o' auld lang syne
(as sung by The Tannahill Weavers)
paidled - waded
dine - noon
brade, braid - broad
be your pint stowp - put down your jar
(frier, fiere - comrade
guid wulliewaught - goodwill drink
Tune: the one originally chosen by Burns
Auld Lang Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And auld lang syne?
Chorus: For auld lang syne, my dear,
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.
Chorus: For auld lang syne, etc.
We twa hae mn about the braes
And pou'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin' auld lang syne.
Chorus: For auld lang syne, etc.
We two hae paidled i' the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne.
Chorus: For auld lang syne, etc.
And here'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.