| 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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| For auld lang syne, my jo
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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 lang syne, my jo
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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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| We twa hae run about the braes
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| And pu’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 lang syne, my jo
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| For auld lang syne
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| W’ll tak a cup o' kindness yet
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| For auld lang syne
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| W twa hae paidl’d i' 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 lang syne, my jo
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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 there’s a hand, my trusty fiere
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| And gie’s a hand o' thine
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| And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught
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| For auld lang syne
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| For auld lang syne, my jo
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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 |