Classic Poem

Shall college suppers be forgot,
And never brought to min'?
The friends we've had remembered not,
And days o' auld lang syne?

Those suppers full o' mirth and glee,
Those friends so true and kin';
No better we shall ever see,
Than those o' auld lang syne.

And if those friends we ever meet,
In any foreign clime;
We'll take them by the hand and greet,
And speak o' auld lang syne.

If false and hollow all beside,
Shall prove to me and mine;
Then sweetly o'er my mind shall glide,
The thoughts o' auld lang syne.

As long as Ceres gives the grain,
And Bacchus yields the wine;
So long shall in my breast remain,
The thoughts o' auld lang syne.

Then fill your cups my hearty friends,
We'll have a cheerfull time;
We'll use the gifts that Bacchus sends,
And drink t' auld lang syne.

Chorus.

For auld lang syne my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll tak' a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.