Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

and never brought to mind ?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

and auld lang syne ?

For auld lang syne, my dear,

for auld lang syne,

we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,

for auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup !

And surely I’ll be mine !

And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,

for auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes,

and pou’d the gowans fine ;

But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,

sin’ auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,

frae morning sun till dine ;

But seas between us braid hae roar’d

sin’ auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !

And gies a hand o’ thine !

And we’ll tak a right gude-willie-waught,

for auld lang syne.