"Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind?/ Should auld acquaintance be forgot/And auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne/We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne. We two have run about the braes, And put the gowans fine/But we've wandered many a weary foot, Since auld lang syne.
We two have paddled in the burn/From morning sun till dine/But seas between us braid have roared, Since auld lang syne. And there's a hand, my trusty friend/And gives a hand o thine/And we'll take a right guide-willie waught/For auld lang syne. And surely you'll be your pint-stowp/And surely I'll be mine/And we'll take a cup of kindness yet/For auld lang syne."
-- Robert Burns