Auld Lang Syne Original lyrics
AULD LANG SYNE (original) Should auld acquaintance be forqot, Tho'
they return with scars? These are a noble hero's lot, Obtain'd in
glorious wars; Welcome, my Varo, to my breast, Thy arms about me
twine, And make me once again as blest, As I was lang syne. O'er
moor and dale with your gay friend You may pursue the chase, And after
a blythe bottle end AII cares in my embrace. And in a vacant rainy
day You shall be wholly mine: We'll make the hours run smooth away And laugh at lang syne. Shall Monarchy be quite forgot, And of it no
more heard? Antiquity be razed about And slav'ry put in stead? Is
Scotsman's blood now grown so cold, The valor of their mind, That they
can never once reflect On old lang syne? note: Burns based his song on
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