Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, in days of auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for days of auld lang syne. And surely you'll buy your pine cup, and surely I'll buy mine, And we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for days of auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for days of auld lang syne. We two have run about the hills, and picked the daisies fine, We've wandered many a weary foot, since days of auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for days of auld lang syne. We two have paddled in the stream, from morn and sun till dine, But seas between us broad have roared, since days of auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for days of auld lang syne. . . . And there's a hand, my trusty friend, and give a hand of thine, We'll take a right and goodwill trot, for days of auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for days of auld lang syne. . . .