Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should old ac quaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup o'k indness yet
And days of auld lang syne
And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I'll be mine !
And we'll tak a cup o'kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o'kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine;
But we've wandered mony a weary fit
Sin'auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o'kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidled i'the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin'auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o'kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o'thine !
And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o'kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.