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Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
on Auld Lang Syne.

My Heart is ravished with delight,
when thee I think upon;
All Grief and Sorrow takes the flight,
and speedily is gone;
The bright resemblance of thy Face,
so fills this, Heart of mine;
That Force nor Fate can me displease,
for Auld Lang Syne.

Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief,
when from thee I am gone;
Will not thy presence yield relief,
to this sad Heart of mine:
Why doth thy presence me defeat,
with excellence divine?
Especially when I reflect
on Auld Lang Syne.

And we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
for Auld Lang Syne.
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
for Auld Lang Syne.
for Auld Lang Syne
for Auld Lang Syne.

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and Auld Lang Syne?

For Auld Lang Syne, my dear,
for Auld Lang Syne,
We’ll take a cup o' kindness yet,
for Auld Lang Syne.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere
and gie's a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for Auld Lang Syne.

For Auld Lang Syne, my dear,
for Auld Lang Syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for Auld Lang Syne.