Should auld acquaintance be forgot, an' never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, an’ days o’ langsyne?
For auld langsyne, my dear; for auld langsyne; We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld langsyne.
We twa hae run about the braes, an’ pu'd the gowans fine; But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit, sin’ auld langsyne. For auld langsyne, &c.
We twa hae paidelt in the burn, whan simmer day were prime, But seas between us braid hae roar’d, sin' auld langsyne. For auld langsyne &c.
An’ there s a hand, my trusty seire, an’ gies a hand o’ thine. An’ we'll toum the cup to friendship’s growth, an’ auld langsyne. For auld langsyne, &c.
An’ surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup, as sure as I’ll be mine; An’ we’ll tak a right gude willie waught, for auld langsyne.
For auld langsyne, my dear, for auld langsyne, We'll tak a cup o kindness yet, for auld langsyne.
