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Post by Tamrin on Dec 31, 2008 7:27:53 GMT 10
Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns, 1788 Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne?
CHORUS: For auld lang syne, my jo, 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 We twa hae run about the braes, And pu’d the gowans fine ; But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot, Sin auld lang syne.
CHORUS We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn, Frae morning sun till dine ; But seas between us braid hae roar’d Sin auld lang syne.
CHORUS And there’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.
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Post by Tamrin on Dec 31, 2008 7:47:02 GMT 10
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