Today’s Poem: Auld Lang Syne

The Old Long Since

George Henry Boughton, Party For New Year's Day In New Amsterdam, 1870 (Wikimedia Commons)

Auld Lang Syne

by Robert Burns

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?                                    ◦ old long since

Chorus: 
            For auld lang syne, my jo,              ◦ jo = joy
            for auld lang syne,
            we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
            for auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup!         ◦ stoup = flagon, beaker
and surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes,      ◦ braes = hills
and pou’d the gowans fine;                ◦ plucked fine daisies
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin’ auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,          ◦ paddled in the stream
frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d    ◦ braid = broad
sin’ auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my …