
Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot

And days of auld lang syne?

We twa hae run about the braes

And pu’d the gowans fine

But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit

Sin days of 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-willy waught

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
