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,
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.