 Ode Lang Syne by Robert Burns, read for LibriVox.org by Alana Jordan. In the United States of America, should all the quaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind, should all the quaintance be forgot, and days are Ode Lang Syne, we toah arine about the brace, and put the goons fine, but we've wandered money a weary fit, and Ode Lang Syne. We toah hepe'ed at the burn, frame-morning sun till dine, but sees between us bread-hair-roared, sin Ode Lang Syne. And here's a hand, my trusty fire, and geese a hand o' thine, and we take a rite, good willy wot, for Ode Lang Syne. And surely you be your pint stop, and surely I'll be mine, and we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for Ode Lang Syne. For Ode Lang Syne, my dear, for Ode Lang Syne, we take a cup of kindness yet, for Ode Lang Syne. End of poem. This recording is in the Pollock Domain. Ode Lang Syne by Robert Burns, read for LibriVox.org by Annes. Should Ode Quaintance be forgot, and never bought to mine? Should Ode Quaintance be forgot, and days are Ode Lang Syne? We toah arine about the brace, and put the goons fine, but we've wandered many a weary fits in Ode Lang Syne. We toah are paddled in the burn, from mornin' sand till dawn, but seas between us braid her rod, since Ode Lang Syne. And here's a hand, my trusty fire, and geese a hand o' thine, and we'll take a rite, good willy wot, for Ode Lang Syne. And surely you be your pint stop, and surely I'll be mine, and we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for Ode Lang Syne. For Ode Lang Syne, my dear, for Ode Lang Syne. We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for Ode Lang Syne. End of poem. This recording is in the Public Domain. Ode Lang Syne by Robert Burns, sung for LibriVox.org by Carol Stripling. Ode Lang Syne by Robert Burns, sung for LibriVox.org by Clara Snyder. Should all the quaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should all the quaintance be forgot, and days all Lang Syne? We toahe rin' about the braze, and put the gowns fine, but we've wandered, Monio, weary fit, since Ode Lang Syne. We toahe paddled in the burn, from mornin' sand till dawn, but seas between us braid her rod, since Ode Lang Syne. And here's a hand, my trusty fear, and gie's a hand of thine, and we'll take a right kid, will he wot, for Ode Lang Syne? And surely ye'll be, your point stout, and surely I'll be mine, and we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for Ode Lang Syne. For Ode Lang Syne, my dear, for Ode Lang Syne. We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for Ode Lang Syne. End of poem. This recording is in the Public Domain. Old Lang Syne by Robert Burns, a read for LibriWalks.org by Delinatious Thinker. Should Old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should Old acquaintance be forgot, and days Ode Lang Syne? We toahe rin' about the braze, and put the gowns fine, but we've wandered, Monio, the very fit, sin-old Lang Syne. We toahe peddled it the barn, fray mornin' sun till dine, but see's between us a braid-hair-road, sin-old Lang Syne. And here's the hand, my trusty fear, and gie's a hand o' dine, and we'll take a right kid, will he wot, for Ode Lang Syne? And surely ye'll be, your point stout, and surely I'll be mine, and we'll take a cup o' kindness yet, for Ode Lang Syne. For Ode Lang Syne, my dear, for Ode Lang Syne. We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, for Ode Lang Syne. End of poem. This recording is in the Public Domain. Old Lang Syne by Robert Burns, a read for LibriWalks.org by David Lawrence. January 28, 2009, in Brampton, Ontario. Should all the quaintance be forgot, and never berk to mind? Should all the quaintance be forgot, and Ode Lang Syne? We toahe re'en a boot the braze, and pood the gawin's fine, but we've wandered money a weary fat, sin-old Lang Syne. We toahe peddled in the barn, fray mornin' sun till dine, but see's we twinnis bred a roard, sin-old Lang Syne. And there is a hand, me thristy fair, in case a hand of thine, and we'll take a rich good willy-wack, for Ode Lang Syne. And surely ye'll be your pint stop, and surely I'll be mine, and we'll take a cup o' kindness yet, for Ode Lang Syne. For Ode Lang Syne, my dear, for Ode Lang Syne. We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, for Ode Lang Syne. In the poem, this recording is in the public domain. Ode Lang Syne by Robert Burns, read Fully Brevoxted Oak by Joseph Finkberg. Should all the quaintance be forgot, and never brock domain? Should all the quaintance be forgot, and day's Ode Lang Syne? We toahe re'en a boot the braze, and pood the gawin's fine, but we've wandered money a weary fat, sin-old Lang Syne. We toahe peyreld it the borne, fray mornin' sun til dine, but seas between us braid head-road, sin-old Lang Syne. And here's a hand, my trusty fear, and giz a hand o' thine, and we'll take a rich good willy-wacht, for Ode Lang Syne. And surely ye'll be your pint stop, and surely I'll be mine, and we'll take a cup o' Kainas yet, for Ode Lang Syne. For Ode Lang Syne, my dear, for Ode Lang Syne. We'll take a cup o' Kainas yet, for Ode Lang Syne. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Ode Lang Syne by Robert Burns, read for librevoxted.org by Laurie Ann Walden. Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mine? Should old acquaintance be forgot, and they's a Lang Syne? We toahe harin' about the braze, and put the gowns fine, but we've wandered many a weary fit, sin-old Lang Syne. We toahe have pidelt in the borne, fray mornin' sun til dine, but seas between us braid head-road, sin-old Lang Syne. And here's a hand, my trusty fear, and gis a hand of thine, and we'll tack a right good willy waught, for Ode Lang Syne. And surely you'll be your pintstelp, and surely I'll be mine, and we'll tack a cup o' Kainas yet, for Ode Lang Syne. For Ode Lang Syne, my dear, for Ode Lang Syne. We'll tack a cup o' Kainas yet, for Ode Lang Syne. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Ode Lang Syne by Robert Burns. Read for levervox.org by Mike Venditti. Somewhere in the west. Should Ode Quaintance be forgot, never brought to mind. Should Ode Quaintance be forgot, in days of Ode Lang Syne? We toahe harin' about the braze, and put the gowns fine, but we've wandered many a weary fit, since Ode Lang Syne. We toahe has spilt a burn, for a mornin' sun till dine, but seas between us braid he roared, since Ode Lang Syne. And here's a hand, my trusty friend, and gis a hand of thine, and we'll tack a right good willy waught, for Ode Lang Syne. And surely he'll be a point to swap, and surely I'll be mine, and we'll take a cup o' Kainas yet, for Ode Lang Syne. For Ode Lang Syne, my dear, for Ode Lang Syne. We'll take a cup o' Kainas yet, for Ode Lang Syne. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Ode Lang Syne by Robert Burns. Song for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding. She'd all the Quentons be forgot, and never brought to mind. She'd all the Quentons be forgot, and days o' Lang Syne. Wee-twa here in a pooled the breeze, and pooled the gaunt's fire. But we won't hear if it's in wee-twa a pay-dern incental. Pine-stop and she... This recording is in the public domain. And we will take a cup o' Kainas yet, for Ode Lang Syne. This recording is in the public domain. Ode Lang Syne by Robert Burns. Read for LibriVox.org by Reverend Notatian. She'd all the Quentons be forgot, and never brought to mind. She'd all the Quentons be forgot, and days o' Lang Syne. Wee-twa here in a pooled the breeze, and pooled the gaunt's fire. But we won't hear if it's in wee-twa a pay-dern incental. Wee-twa here pay-dern incental. Pray mornin' son till dyne. It sees between us, braided here road, it's in Ode Lang Syne. And here's a hand, my trusty fair, and geese a hand at dyne. And we'll take a right good willy-wot, for Ode Lang Syne. And surely ye'll be your pine-stop, and surely I'll be mine. And we'll take a cup o' Kainas yet, for Ode Lang Syne. For Ode Lang Syne, my dear, for Ode Lang Syne. We'll take a cup o' Kainas yet, for Ode Lang Syne. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.