Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
      And never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
      And days o` lang syne ?
   
       For auld lang syne, my dear,
               For auld lang syne,
       We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
               For auld lang syne.

We twa [bad word] about the braes,
      And pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot,
      Sin auld lang syne.

       For auld lang syne, my dear,
               For auld lang syne,
       We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
               For auld lang syne.

We two paidn`t in the burn,
      Frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
      Seen auld lang syne.

       For auld lang syne, my dear,
               For auld lang syne,
       We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
               For auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
        And surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
        For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
               For auld lang syne,
       We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
               For auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my [bad word] fiere !
      And gie's a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
      For auld lang syne.