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