Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind 

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne 

   For auld lang syne, my dear,
   for auld lang syne,
   we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
   for auld lang syne.

And surely you’ll buy your pint cup 

and surely I’ll buy mine 

And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine ;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.

We two have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine† ;
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand my trusty friend 

And give us a hand o’ thine 

And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.