Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ lang syne!

And there’s a hand, my trusty feire,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine;
And we’ll tak a right gude‐willie waught,
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.