Lyrics Auld Lang Syne (Remastered) - Connie Francis

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And ne′er brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o′ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
And surely, ye'll be your pint stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we′ll tak a cup o′ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pou'd the gowans fine;
But we′ve wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin′ auld lang syne.
We two hae paidled i' the burn,
Frae mornin′ sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne.
And here′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