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 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 paidel't in the burn,

when summer days were prime;

But seas between us braid hae roar'd,

sin' auld langsyne,

for auld langsyne, &c.

An' there's a hand, my trusty friend,

and gie's a hand of thine,

Auf we'll toom the cup to friendship's growth,

for auld langsyne,

for auld langsyne, &c,

An' surely ye'll be your pint-stoup,

as sure as I'll be mine;

And we'll tak' a right gode wille waugh?

for auld langsyne.

For auld langsyne, my dear,

for auld langsyne;

We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet

for auld langsyne,