Lyrics

Auld Lang Syne​

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne?
And days of auld lang syne, my dear,
And days of auld lang syne.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne?

We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pu’d the gowans fine.
We’ve wandered mony a weary foot,
Sin’ auld lang syne.
Sin’ auld lang syne, my dear,
Sin’ auld lang syne,
We’ve wandered mony a weary foot,
Sin’ auld lang syne.

We twa hae sported i’ the burn,
From morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin’ auld lang syne.
Sin’ auld lang syne, my dear,
Sin’ auld lang syne.
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin’ auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my trusty friend,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine;
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.

Song Notes

This song has been used, on and off, to close King Richard’s Faire and its successor the Bristol Renaissance Faire. The first ‘authentic’ rendition that I’ve heard was by the ‘Bawdy Beggar Girls,’ Marilyn Middleton and Jackie Manning, c. 1985. — Dean Calin

“Notes: Robert Burns sent a copy of the original song to the British Museum with this comment: “The following song, an old song, of the olden times, and which has never been in print, nor even in manuscript until I took it down from an old man’s singing , is enough to recommend any air.”
(Gavin Grieg: “Last Leaves of Traditional Ballads”)

Learn more about the poetry of Robert Burns from these sites: Burns Country | The Bard of Scotland.