Текст песни Scottish Literary Society (Tommy Beavitt) с переводом

We raise our cups in glad carouse

To the joy of youthful days,

We lift our cups as one and souse

Our circle of comrades.

We recollect the years, forsooth,

The house abune the stream,

Elixir of perpetual youth

That now seems but a dream.

And whereupon the Saltire cross

Above shone white and blue,

We cared not what confronted us

And every man was true.

We put our chattels in a pile

Laid out among the heather

And as we sailed out from the kyle

We sang a song together.

When in far foreign lands we’d roam

To the unknown we were given,

But in our dreams, the hills of home;

While ships from us were riven.

And let it not be said we stole

The wealth of distant nations.

But rather that our common goal

Was a better world’s foundations.

For our part, then, we’ll tend the shrine,

While angels guide our power:

To that, while we’re not lacking wine,

We’ll drink a toast this hour!

For auld lang syne — my dear! For auld lang syne! For comradeship,

we’ll tak a nip — For auld lang syne.

Перевод песни Scottish Literary Society