Classic Poem

When auld acquaintance closing round
Our parting grips entwine;
What song awakes the tender sigh,
Like auld lang syne!
'Tis auld lang syne, the voice
Of other days divine!
Come, Brothers, now a parting word
To auld lang syne.

From many a pilgrim pathway come,
To work the grand design,
We've wrought, and praised the sacred bond
Of auld lang syne.
Of auld lang syne, the bond
Of auld lang syne;
Our fathers marked the sacred way
In auld lang syne.

Though wintry blasts the flesh may chill,
Though torrid suns may shine,
Our hearts' response unchanged will beat
To auld lang syne.
To auld lang syne, they beat
To auld lang syne;
Each pulse responsive, thrilling high,
To auld lang syne.

Adieu, adieu! the falling tear
To friendship we assign;
Your hand, your hand, my brother dear,
For auld lang syne!
For auld lang syne, adieu
For auld lang syne.
Ah! rent forever is the bond
Of auld lang syne.