| Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
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| And never brought to mind?
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| Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
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| And auld lang syne!
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| Chorus.
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| For auld lang syne, my dear,
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| For auld lang syne.
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| We’ll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
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| For auld lang syne.
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| And surely ye’ll be your pint stowp!
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| And surely I’ll be mine!
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| And we’ll tak a cup o’kindness yet,
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| For auld lang syne.
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| For auld, &c.
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| We twa hae run about the braes,
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| And pou’d the gowans fine;
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| But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
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| Sin' auld lang syne.
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| For auld, &c.
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| We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
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| Frae morning sun till dine;
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| But seas between us braid hae roar’d
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| Sin' auld lang syne.
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| For auld, &c.
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| And there’s a hand, my trusty fere!
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| And gie’s a hand o' thine!
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| And we’ll tak a right gude-willie waught,
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| For auld lang syne.
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| For auld, &c. |