| 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 days of auld lang syne?
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| For auld lang syne, me 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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| 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 foot
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| Sin' auld lang syne
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| We twa hae paidl’t 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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| And surely ye’ll be your pint stoup
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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 |