AULD LANG SYNE
Should auld acquaintance be forgot [old]
And never brought to min'? [mind]
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne? [long ago]
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, [will pay for]
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, [two have, hillsides]
And pu'd the gowans fine; [pulled, daisies]
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin' auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidled i' the burn, [waded, brook]
From morning sun till dine; [noon]
But seas between us braid hae roar'd [broad]
Sin' auld lang syne.
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere, [comrade]
And gie's a hand o' thine; [give me]
And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught, [draught of good will]
For auld lang syne.
A more remarkable case of patchwork is _A Red, Red Rose_. Antiquarian
research has discovered in chap-books and similar sources four songs,
from each of which a stanza, in some such form as follows, seems to
have proved suggestive to Burns:
(1) Her cheeks are like the Roses
That blossom fresh in June,
O, she's like a new strung instrument
That's newly put in tune.
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