auld lang syne
should auld acquaintance be forgottho' they return with scars?
these are the noble hero's lot
obtain'd in glorious wars
welcome, my varo, to my breast
thy arms about me twine
and make me once again as blest
as i was lang syne
methinks around us on each bough
a thousand cupids play
whils thro' the groves i walk with you
each object makes me gay
since your return the sun and moon
with brighter beams do shine
streams murmur soft notes while they run
as they did lang syne
