Scots Lyrics
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
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and never brought to mind?
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
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and auld lang syne?
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For auld lang syne, my jo,
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for auld lang syne,
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we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,
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for auld lang syne.
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And surely ye'll be your pint-stoup!
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and surely I'll be mine!
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And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,
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for auld lang syne.
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We twa hae run about the braes,
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and pou'd the gowans fine;
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But we've wander'd mony a weary fit,
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sin' auld lang syne.
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We twa hae paidl'd in the burn,
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frae morning sun till dine;
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But seas between us braid hae roar'd
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sin' auld lang syne.
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And there's a hand, my trusty fiere!
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and gie's a hand o' thine!
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And we'll tak' a right gude-willie waught,
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for auld lang syne.
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English Lyrics
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Should old acquaintance be forgot,
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and never brought to mind?
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Should old acquaintance be forgot,
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and auld lang syne?
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For auld lang syne, my dear,
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for auld lang syne,
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we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
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for auld lang syne.
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And surely you'll buy your pint cup!
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and surely I'll buy mine!
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And we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
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for auld lang syne.
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We two have run about the hills,
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and picked the daisies fine;
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But we've wandered many a weary foot,
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since auld lang syne.
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We two have paddled in the stream,
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from morning sun till dine;
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But seas between us broad have roared
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since auld lang syne.
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And there's a hand my trusty friend!
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And give me a hand o' thine!
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And we'll take a right good-will draught,
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for auld lang syne.
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