And for Auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
Should Auld acquaintance be
forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne?
And surely ye'll be your
Pint-stoup!
And surely I'll be mine!
And 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 wander'd monie a weary foot
Sin auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn,
Frae mornin' sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin auld lang syne.
And there's a hand, my trusty
fiere!
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak a right gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne..
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