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 this.

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