Auld lang syne

				T: Robert Burns
				M: Trad.

Sholuld all aquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Sholuld all aquaintance be forgot,
and days of auld lang syne?

	For auld lang syne, my dear,
	for auld lang syne.
	We'll take a cuo of kindness yet,
	for old lang syne.

And there's a hand mt ruly freen,
and gie's a hand of o' thine;
And we'll take a cup a kindness yet,
for ould lang syne.

	For auld lang syne, my dear....