Enjoy this gorgeous version of Auld Lang Syne, sung so flawlessly by Mindy Smith. Mindy's fans sent her their family photos to make the video. Watching the images along with the song is very touching! Who hasn't sat down to look at old family photographs of days gone by? Stills capturing unscripted moments in life as time steadily marches on.
Auld Lang Syne is Scotland's gift to the world. Look how the song has changed and stayed the same.
So grab someone's hand, hit "play" and reminisce about how swiftly the years pass ... while giving a hopeful nod to the future.
Happy New Year Everybody! xox
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From Wikipedia: Complete lyrics by Robert Burns - 1788
| Burns’ original Scots verse[4] | English translation (minimalist) | Scots pronunciation guide (as Scots speakers would sound) | IPA pronunciation guide[10] (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 ye’ll be your pint-stoup!
and surely I’ll be mine! And we’ll tak' a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,
and pou’d the gowans fine; But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit, sin' auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
frae morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar’d 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 gude-willie waught, for auld lang syne.
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Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot, and old 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.
We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine; But we’ve wandered many a weary foot, since auld lang syne.
We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine†; But seas between us broad have roared since auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand my trusty friend!
And give me a hand o’ thine! And we’ll take a right good-will draught, for auld lang syne.
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Shid ald akwentans bee firgot,
an nivir brocht ti mynd? Shid ald akwentans bee firgot, an ald lang syn?
An sheerly yil bee yur pynt-staup!
an sheerly al bee myn! An will tak a cup o kyndnes yet, fir ald lang syn.
We twa hay rin aboot the braes,
an pood the gowans fyn; Bit weev wandert monae a weery fet, sin ald lang syn.
We twa hay pedilt in the burn,
fray mornin sun til dyn; But seas between us bred hay roard sin ald lang syn.
An thers a han, my trustee feer!
an gees a han o thyn! And we’ll tak a richt‡ gude-willie-waucht‡, fir ald lang syn.
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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 jiːl bi juːɾ pəin.stʌup!
ən ʃeːr.li ɑːl bi məin! ən wiːl tɑk ə kʌp ə kəin.nəs jɛt, fəɾ o̜ːl lɑŋ səin.
wi two̜̜ː heː rɪn ə.but ðə breːz,
ən puːd ðə ɡʌu.ənz fəin; bʌt wiːv wɑn.əɾt mʌ.ne ə wiːɾɪ fɪt, sɪn o̜ːl laŋ səin.
wi two̜̜ː heː pe.dlt ɪn ðə bʌɾn,
freː moːɾ.nɪn sɪn tɪl dəin; bʌt siːz ə.twin ʌs bred heː roːrd sɪn o̜lː laŋ səin.
ən ðeːrz ə ho̜ːn, mɑ trʌs.tɪ fiːɾ!
əŋ ɡiːz ə ho̜ːn ə ðəin! ən wiːl tak ə rɪxt ɡɪd wʌ.lɪ wo̜ːxt, fəɾ o̜lː laŋ səin.
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