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S auld acquaintance be forgot, An’ never brought to mind? Shou’d 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.

We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn; When simmer-days were prime; But seas between us braid hae roar’d Sin’ auld langsyne. For auld langsyne, &c.

Now there’s a hand, my trusty feire, An’ gie’s a hand o’ thine, Syne toom the stoup to friendship’s growth, An’ auld langsyne For auld langsyne, &c.

But surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup, And surely I’ll be mine; And we’ll tak a right gude willie-waught, For auld langsyne. For auld langsyne, &c.