Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should old acquaintance be forgot
And days of old lang syne
For old lang syne, my dear
For old lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For days of old lang syne
And surely you'll buy your pint cup
And surely I'll buy mine
And we'll take a cup of kindness yet
For days of old lang syne
For old lang syne, my dear
For old lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For days of old lang syne
We two have run about the slopes
And picked the daisies fine
But we've wandered many a weary foot
Since days of old lang syne
And there's a hand, my trusty friend
And give us hand o' thine
And well take a cup of goodwill draught
For days of old lang syne
For old lang syne
For old lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For days of old lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For days of old lang syne