Be days of drinking wine forgot, <br />Let water goblets shine- <br />And from your memory ever blot <br />The days of drinking wine. <br />Those days of drinking wine my friend, <br />Those days of drinking wine; <br />A temperance hour is worth a power <br />Of days of drinking wine! <br /> <br /> <br />We twa have quaff'd in days long past <br />Bright juices of the vine, <br />But let us from our memories cast <br />Those customs of 'lang syne.' <br />Bad customs of 'lang syne,' my friend, <br />Bad customs of 'lang syne;' <br />Our temperance age must blot the page <br />Of customs of 'lang syne.' <br /> <br /> <br />We twa can meet as friends should meet, <br />We twa together dine, <br />Our beverage quaff from fountains sweet, <br />And never think of wine. <br />At temperance's shrine, we're pledg'd, my friend, <br />We're pledged at her fair shrine; <br />And hold her cause above the laws <br />And customs of 'lang syne.'<br /><br />John Pierpont<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/te-totaller-s-auld-lang-syne/
