Sin Auld Lang Syne

I was researching today, in a very modern and lazy manner, the meaning of Auld Lang Syne. I've always been interested by the song,  as I identify fairly strongly with my Scottish roots (M. Mac Tavish was my great-grandmother) and always want to learn more about it. When I was in Edinburgh a while back (incidentally one of my favourite cities to be in), I purchased swatches of my clan tartan to have shipped back to Canada after I returned. I'm quite proud that I'm the one of my family to return to Scotland after Great-Grandma left, decades ago. 

Anyway, Auld Lang Syne. It's really a beautiful poem—I've discovered I seem to quite like Robbie Burns. Here's a (Wikipedia-sourced) copy of the lyrics, and translated into modern English, too. (It tends to make sense if you sort of mouth it along in a Scots accent, but the translation is helpful for clarification.)

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 fit,

sin auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn,

frae morning 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 gude-willy waught,

for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

Should old acquaintance be forgot,

and never brought to mind ?

Should old acquaintance be forgot,

and old lang syne ?

CHORUS:

For auld lang syne, my dear,

for auld lang syne,

we'll take a cup of kindness yet,

for auld 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.

CHORUS

We two have run about the slopes,

and picked the daisies fine ;

But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,

since auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We two have paddled in the stream,

from morning sun till dine^† ;

But seas between us broad have roared

since auld lang syne.

CHORUS

And there’s a hand my trusty friend !

And give us a hand o’ thine !

And we’ll take a right good-will draught,

for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

I think it's lovely. I definitely would like to get in the tradition of singing it, and the customary circle as well.