Guy Lombardo and his band the Royal Canadians were from London, Ontario.

The words of Auld Lange Syne are attributed to Robbie Burns, but there is some proof that an older gentleman wrote the song (his name is lost to history) and that Robbie edited the song and combined it with an Irish Folk Melody. Auld Lang Syne traditionally means ‘Long Time Ago’ or ‘Long, Long Ago’ from the traditional Scots Gaelic.

The song was traditionally sung as a song of remembrance throughout the British Empire and especially on New Years as we remember family and friends living and passed away.

In 1938 Guy Lombardo played the song to bring in the New Year at the Roosevelt Hotel in New York city. The New York media went wild and ever since the U.S. plays the song at New Years and playing the song in films but because U.S. movies are all around the world, the song has been translated into a myriad of languages.

Enjoy

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne.

Chorus:

For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne,

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

Chorus

We twa hae run about the braes
And pu’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot
Sin auld lang syne.

Chorus

We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn,
Frae mornin’ sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin auld lang syne.

Chorus

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere!
And gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right guid willy waught,
For auld lang syne.

Chorus

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And long, long ago.

Chorus

And for long, long ago, my dear
For long, long ago,
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
For long, long ago

And surely youll buy your pint-jug!
And surely I’ll buy mine!
And we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
For long, long ago.

Chorus

We two have run about the hills
And pulled the daisies fine;
But we’ve wandered manys the weary foot
Since long, long ago.

Chorus

We two have paddled in the stream,
From morning sun till dine;
But seas between us broad have roared
Since long, long ago.

Chorus

And there’s a hand, my trusty friend!
And give us a hand of yours!
And we’ll take a deep draught of good-will
For long, long ago.