And never brocht to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of 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 ha’e run aboot the braes,
And pu’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wandered mony a weary foot
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 ha’e paidled i’ the burn
Frae mornin’ sun till dine;
But seas between us braid ha’e 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 here’s a hand, my trusty frien’,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine;
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