Auld Lang Syne

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

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

Robert Burns