`Light be the turf on the breast of the heaven-inspired Poet who composed this glorious Fragment' wrote Burns to Mrs Dunlop on 7th December 1788. In a note to George Thomson (1793) he describes it as `the old song of the olden times, and which has never been in print, nor even in manuscript, until I took it down from an old man's singing.'
CHORUS For auld syne, my dear, old long ago For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min'? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne? We twa hae run about the braes, hillsides And pou'd the gowans fine; pulled/daisies But we've wander'd mony a weary foot, Sin auld lang syne. We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, waded/stream Frae morning sun till dine, noon/dinner-time But seas between us braid hae roar'd broad Sin auld lang syne. And there's a hand, my trusty fiere, And gie's a hand o' thine, And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught, goodwill drink For auld lang syne. And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp, pay for And surely I'll be mine; And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.