Classic Poem

TUNE — " Auld lang syne . "

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Or friendship e'er grow cauld?
Should we nae tighter draw the knot,
Aye as we're growing auld?
How comes it then, my worthy frien',
Who used to be sae kin',
We dinna for each ither speer,
As we did langsyne?

What though I am some aulder grown,
An' ablins nae sae gay;
What though these locks, ance hazel brown,
Are now well mix'd wi' gray:
I'm sure my heart nae caulder grows,
But as my years decline,
Still friendship's flame as warmly glows
As it did langsyne.

Sae well's I min' upo' the days
That we in youthfu' pride
Had used to ramble up the braes
On bonnie Boggie's side.
Nae fairies on the haunted green,
Where moonbeams twinkling shine,
Mair blythely frisk aroun' their queen,
Than we did langsyne.

Sae well's I min' ilk bonny spring
Ye on your harp did play;
An' how we used to dance and sing
The livelang simmer's day.
If ye hae not forgot the art
To strike that harp divine,
Ye'll fin' I still can play my part,
An' sing as auld langsyne.

Though ye live on the banks o' Doun,
And me besooth the Tay,
Ye well might ride to Faukland town
Some bonny simmer's day.
And at that place where Scotland's king
Aft birl'd the beer and wine,
Let's drink, an' dance, an' laugh, an' sing,
An' crack o' auld langsyne.