Auld Lang Syne
| Robert Burns |
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| Should auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Sould auld acquaintance be forgot And days of auld lang syne 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 For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne 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 For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For 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 For auld lang syne, my dear 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 gie's a hand o' thine And we'll tak a right gude-willie waught For auld lang syne For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne This page has been viewed 1814 times |
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