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Traditional New Year songs are an important part of party in many countries. Read on to find the lyrics of traditional songs for New Year.

Traditional New Year Songs

New Year celebrations are marked by several parties, elaborate dance, splendid fireworks and musical performances, all of which adorn the day with ecstasy. The assortment of traditional songs is also essential in many New Year Parties. A good idea would be to sing these songs with your friends and dear ones on New Year's Eve or New Year's Day party and welcome the coming year in a jolly good spirit. Some songs like “Auld Lang Syne” has almost become the national anthem of New Year Songs and no party west can be imagined without rhyming this song. For more tradition songs on New Year, read further.

Traditional Songs For New Year

Auld Lang Syne
- Scottish Poem

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

It was a Very Good Year Lyrics:
- By Ervin Drake

When I was seventeen it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for small town girls,
And soft summer nights, we'd hide from the lights,
On the village green, when I was seventeen.

When I was twenty-one it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for city girls,
Who lived up the stair, with all that perfumed hair,
And it came undone, when I was twenty-one.

When I was thirty-five it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls,
Of independent means, we'd ride in limousines.
Their chauffeurs would drive, when I was thirty-five.

But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of the year.
And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs.
From the brim to the dregs, it poured sweet and clear.
It was a very good year.