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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 o' thine,
An' 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 glide willie waugh?
for auld langsyne.
For auld langsyue, my dear,
for auld langsyne;
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet.
for auld langsyne,
FINIS.
