Auld Lang Syne by Robbie Burns

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 tak a cup o' kindness yet,
    For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes;
   And pow'w the gowans fine;
But we've wandered mony a weary foot
   Sin' auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
    For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
    For auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl't i' the burn,
   Frae mornin' sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roared
   Sin' auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
    For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
    For auld lang syne.

And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,
  And gie's a hand o' thine;
And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught
   For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
    For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
    For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint-stoup,
   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 tak a cup o' kindness yet,
   For auld lang syne.