Lyrics by Robert Burns, melody and arrangement by the Tannahill Weavers
This has to be the most
famous of all Robert Burns' songs. The "known" version is
normally associated with the Scottish New Year festivities or a nostalgic
end to an evening's revelries.
It is sad to say that the beauty and sadness of the lyric is usually
forgotten, glossed over or, at best, never conveyed by the popular
melody. It is to be hoped that this version carries the story line
to the listener as much as it does to us. |
LYRICS:
We twa hae rin aboot the braes
And pu'd the gowans fine
We've wandered many's the weary step
Since Auld Lang Syne
We twa he paidled in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine
But seas between us brade he roared
Since Auld Lang Syne
Aye and surely you'll be your pint stoup
And surely I'll be mine
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For Auld Lang Syne
So here's a hand my trusty frien'
And here's a haud o' thine
We'll drink a right guid wullie waught
For the sake o' Auld Lang Syne
For Auld Lang Syne my dear
For Auld Lang Syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For the sake o' Auld Lang Syne
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