AULD LANG SYNE

Words: Robert Burns, 1788, in Scots Musical Museum 
Tune: Melody in George Thompson, A Select Collection of Original 
 Scottish Airs (London, 1802).  PLENARY (Sacred Harp, p. 160)


 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-stowp!
  and surely I'll be mine!
 And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
  for auld lang syne.
 For auld lang syne, my jo, &c.

 We twa hae run about the braes,
  and pu'd the gowans fine;
 But we've wander'd mony a weary foot,
  sin auld lang syne.
 For auld lang syne, my jo, &c.

 We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn,
  frae morning sun till dine;
 But seas between us braid hae roard
  sin auld lang syne.
 For auld lang syne, my jo, &c.

 And there's a hand, my trusty fiere!
  and gie's a hand o' thine!
 And we'll tak a right gude-willy waught,
  for auld lang syne.
 For auld lang syne, my jo, &c.


 LA FAYETTE

Words: in Grigg's Southern and Western Songster 
 (perhaps composed in 1825)
Tune: Auld lang syne

 Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
  And never brought to mind?
 The friend that's true remember'd not,
  And days o' lang syne?
 For auld lang syne, my dear,
  We never can forget,
 When dangers press'd and foes drew near
  Our friend was La Fayette.

 When first our fathers bravely drew
  'Gainst tyrants and their laws,
 On wings of generous zeal he flew,
  To aid the holy cause.
 For auld lang syne, my dear, &c.

 He stemm'd the broad Atlantic wave,
  He vow'd they should be free,
 He led the bravest of the brave,
  To death or victory.
 For auld lang syne, my dear, &c

 Let Brandywine his glory tell,
  And Monmouth loud acclaim;
 Let York in triumph proudly swell
  The measure of his fame.
 For auld lang syne, my dear, &c.

 Shall sons of freedom e'er forget,
  Till time shall cease to move,
 The debt they owe to La Fayette,
  Of gratitude and love?
 For auld lang syne, my dear, Sic.