Happy New Year Song - Auld Lang Syne Lyrics

December 02, 2011

With New Year's Eve 2011 closing in fast, there is a lot to plan for: which party to attend, how to setup for your own party, what to wear, where to be, etc.

With all that New Years planning, its easy to forget the one thing you tell yourself you're going to do each year. No, I'm not talking about that New Year's resolution to lost weight, I'm talking about the inevitable moment when the song Auld Lang Syne starts playing. You know, it's the song everyone sort of knows a lyric or two of, but can't really sing all of it?

Make all of that change this year and learn the lyrics to Auld Lang Syne right now before it's too late.

Here's the well known Engligh translation of this originally Scottish poem:

Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind ? Should old acquaintance be forgot, and old lang syne ? CHORUS: For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne. And surely you’ll buy your pint cup ! and surely I’ll buy mine ! And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne. CHORUS We two have run about the slopes, and picked the daisies fine ; But we’ve wandered many a weary foot, since auld lang syne. CHORUS We two have paddled in the stream, from morning sun till dine† ; But seas between us broad have roared since auld lang syne. CHORUS And there’s a hand my trusty friend ! And give us a hand o’ thine ! And we’ll take a right good-will draught, for auld lang syne. CHORUS

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For the purists among you, here is the original Old Long Syne lyrics by James Watson in 1711:

Should Old Acquaintance be forgot, and never thought upon; The flames of Love extinguished, and fully past and gone: Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold, that loving Breast of thine; That thou canst never once reflect on Old long syne. CHORUS: On Old long syne my Jo, in Old long syne, That thou canst never once reflect, on Old long syne. My Heart is ravisht with delight, when thee I think upon; All Grief and Sorrow takes the flight, and speedily is gone; The bright resemblance of thy Face, so fills this, Heart of mine; That Force nor Fate can me displease, for Old long syne. CHORUS Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief, when from thee I am gone; will not thy presence yield relief, to this sad Heart of mine: Why doth thy presence me defeat, with excellence divine? Especially when I reflect on Old long syne CHORUS

Credit information to Wikipedia.