Thursday, 1 January 2015

The Thursday Poem

Potted Flowers with Books IV
Eric Barjot

Auld Lang Syne


Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne ?



For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely youll buy your pint cup !
and surely Ill buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.



We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine ;
But weve wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.


For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely youll buy your pint cup !
and surely Ill buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.



We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,

for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely youll buy your pint cup !
and surely Ill buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.


And theres a hand my trusty friend !
And give us a hand o thine !
And well take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.



For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely youll buy your pint cup !
and surely Ill buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.


Robert Burns
(25th January 1759 - 21st July 1796)

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