Should auld acquaintance be forgot, An' never brought to mind; Should auld acquaintance be forgot, An' days o' langsyne. For a' 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 fitt Sin' auld langsyne. For auld langsyne, &c.
We twa hae paidelt in the burn, When simmer days did shine, But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin' auld langsyne. For a' langsyne, &c.
An' there's a hand my, trusty friend, An' gies a claught o' thine, An' we'll toom the cup to Friendship's growth An' auld langsyne. For auld langsyne, &c.
An' surely ye'll be your pint-stoup, As sure as I'll be mine, An' we'll take a right gudewillie waught For auld langsyne. For auld langsyne, my dear, For auld langsyne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld langsyne.