| Burns' original Scots verse[5] | English translation (minimalist) | Scots pronunciation guide (as Scots speakers would sound) | IPA pronunciation guide[11] (Burns' own Ayrshire dialect) |
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| Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne*?
and surely I'll be mine! And we'll tak' a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
and pou'd the gowans fine; But we've wander'd mony a weary fit, sin' auld lang syne.
frae morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd sin' auld lang syne.
and gie's a hand o' thine! And we'll tak' a right gude-willie waught, for auld lang syne.
| Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot, and old lang syne?
and surely I'll buy mine! And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
and picked the daisies fine; But we've wandered many a weary foot, since auld lang syne.
from morning sun till dine†; But seas between us broad have roared since auld lang syne.
And give me a hand o' thine! And we'll take a right good-will draught, for auld lang syne.
| Shid ald akwentans bee firgot, an nivir brocht‡ ti mynd? Shid ald akwentans bee firgot, an ald lang syn*?
an sheerly al bee myn! An will tak a cup o kyndnes yet, fir ald lang syn.
an pood the gowans fyn; Bit weev wandert monae a weery fet, sin ald lang syn.
fray mornin sun til dyn; But seas between us bred hay roard sin ald lang syn.
an gees a han o thyn! And we'll tak a richt‡ gude-willie-waucht‡, fir ald lang syn.
| ʃɪd o̜ːld ə.kwɛn.təns bi fəɾ.ɡot, ən nɪ.vəɾ brɔxt tɪ məin? ʃɪd o̜ːld ə.kwɛn.təns bi fəɾ.ɡot, ən o̜ːl lɑŋ səin?
ən ʃeːr.li ɑːl bi məin! ən wiːl tɑk ə kʌp ə kəin.nəs jɛt, fəɾ o̜ːl lɑŋ səin.
ən puːd ðə ɡʌu.ənz fəin; bʌt wiːv wɑn.əɾt mʌ.ne ə wiːɾɪ fɪt, sɪn o̜ːl lɑŋ səin.
freː moːɾ.nɪn sɪn tɪl dəin; bʌt siːz ə.twin ʌs bred heː roːrd sɪn o̜lː lɑŋ səin.
əŋ ɡiːz ə ho̜ːn ə ðəin! ən wiːl tɑk ə rɪxt ɡɪd wʌ.lɪ wo̜ːxt, fəɾ o̜lː lɑŋ səin.
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It's a toast to old times. It's about appreciating the old and fond memories. It's about appreciating a close relationship that has since gone different ways. It's about putting aside those differences to appreciate those fond memories.
I'm 38. I have friends from various places I have drifted away from. As time passes I sense another one or two slowly drifting away. But, I have made new friends and appreciate relationships come and gone as well as those still here. I like catching up with those friends I haven't seen in a while.
That's one of the great things about this town. There are people I knew in high school who live here too. This is the town Josh and I grew up in. Its an addicting town a lot of people move back to at some point. I will be walking around town for exercise and see someone I haven't see in years! We smile, laugh, catch up, and sometimes talk about memories we share.
I'm going to share one now that will have my entire high school class thinking of old times. It's also my one and only rebellion. We all have something.
My graduating class had 119 kids in it. Our school had spirit day in September every year and the seniors wore special school spirit shirts. Designed by a classmate at the end of junior year, we went with "Absolute Seniors" on a vodka bottle.
The entire grade was sent to the cafeteria for an emergency meeting on spirit day. The principal was new to being a principal but had been with the school system for decades. He had us as a guidance councilor in middle school and some even as a 5th grade teacher. Now we were really testing him with a blatant disregard for a school dress code rule. Only a few people didn't participate. I did.
He said "I am not sending the entire senior class home to change. But, I never want to see these shirts again. You are supposed to be setting an example for the other kids. I expect better." One classmate pointed out that the vodka is missing the "e" at the end but our shirts include the "e" so it's not the exact same thing. I appreciated his effort.
A few kids used them a gym shirts but we generally stuck to that day only. The class of '99 that year has come a long way. From what I know, most of us are doing well. We turned out just fine no matter what our senior shirts looked like.
Here's some irony for you. At the first college I went to, in south carolina, we had a homecoming weekend at the end of the year. The teams were freshman/juniors versus sophomores/seniors. My sophomore year shirts were the exact same, "Absolute (I forget the team name)" on a vodka bottle
. It was my gardening long sleeve shirt for a while. I even wore it working in the garden at Zach's school a few times. Until I actually looked at it one day. It's been replaced since then.
For old times.
If you are interested in the background the Wikipedia link is below
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auld_Lang_Syne
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