Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne
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-stoup
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 gie’s a hand o’ thine
And we’ll tak’ a right gude-willie waught
for auld lang syne
Text: Robert Burns (um 1788)
Musik: traditionelle schottische Melodie
Die Noten von 1825, Satz mit „German Flute“ im Verlag William Whyte & Company
