Auld Lang Syne

Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot
And old lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne

We two have run about the slopes
And picked the daisies fine;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot
Since auld lang syne

We two have paddled in the stream
From morning sun till dine;
But seas between us broad have roared
Since auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne

And theres a hand my trusty friend!
And give us a hand o thine!
And well take a right good-will draught
For auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne