For auld lang syne, my dear 
For auld lang syne, 
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet 
For auld lang syne!
I
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
And never brought to mind ? 
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
And auld lang syne!
II
And surely ye 'll be your pint' stowp, 
And surely I 'll be mine, 
And we 'll take a cup o' kindness yet 
For auld lang syne!
III
We twa [bad word] about the braes, 
And pou'd the gowans fine, 
But we 've wander'd monie a weary fit 
Sin' auld lang syne.
IV
We twa hae paidl'd in the burn 
Frae morning sun till dine, 
But seas between us braid hae roar'd 
Sin' auld lang syne.
V
And there's a hand, my [bad word] fiere, 
And gie 's a hand o' thine, 
And we 'll tak a right guid-willie waught 
For auld lang syne! [bad word] For auld lang syne, my dear, 
For auld lang syne, 
We'll tak a cup o' kindess yet 
For auld lang syne!