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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

La Fayette

SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind?

The friend that’s true, remember’d not,

And days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,

We never can forget:

When dangers press’d and foes drew near,

Our friend was La Fayette.

When first our fathers bravely drew

’Gainst tyrants and their laws,

On wings of generous zeal he flew

To aid the holy cause.
For auld lang syne, my dear, &c.

He stemm’d the broad Atlantic wave;

He vow’d they should be free:

He led the bravest of the brave

To death or victory.
For auld lang syne, my dear, &c.

Let Brandywine his glory tell,

And Monmouth loud acclaim;

Let York in triumph proudly swell

The measure of his fame.
For auld lang syne, my dear, &c.

Shall sons of Freedom e’er forget,

Till time shall cease to move,

The debt they owe to La Fayette,

Of gratitude and love?
For auld lang syne, my dear, &c.