paroles de chanson Auld Lang Syne - Mediæval Bæbes

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And 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 right gude-willie waught,
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 path,
Sin' auld lang syne.

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

And here'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.

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