Auld Lang Syne Songtext
von Frank C. Stanley

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And 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.


We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou'd the gowans fine;
But we′ve wander′d mony a weary fit,
Sin' auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl′d in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin′ auld lang syne.

And there's a hand, my trusty fiere!
And gies a hand o′ thine!
And we'll tak a right gude-willie-waught,
For auld lang syne.