Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o lang syne!
Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne,
Well tak a cup o kindness yet
For auld lang syne!
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pud the gowans fine,
But weve wanderd mony a weary foot
Sin auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidlt in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roard
Sin auld lang syne.
And theres a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gies a hand o thine,
And well tak a right guid willie-waught
For auld lang syne!
And surely yell be your pint stoup,
And surely Ill be mine!
And well tak a cup o kindness yet
For auld lang syne!
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