| Song | Auld Lang Syne |
| Artist | Dougie MacLean |
| Album | Tribute: to Robert Burns, Neil Gow and Robert Tannahill |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot | |
| And never brought to mind? | |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot | |
| And auld lang syne? | |
| For auld lang syne, my jo | |
| 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 | |
| For auld lang syne, my jo | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| We twa hae run about the braes | |
| And pu’d the gowans fine | |
| But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot | |
| Sin auld lang syne | |
| For auld lang syne, my jo | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn | |
| Frae morning sun till dine | |
| But seas between us braid hae roar’d | |
| Sin auld lang syne | |
| For auld lang syne, my jo | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| We’ll tak 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 jo | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet | |
| For auld lang syne |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot | |
| And never brought to mind? | |
| Should auld acquaintance be forgot | |
| And auld lang syne? | |
| For auld lang syne, my jo | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| We' ll tak a cup o' kindness yet | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| And surely ye' ll be your pintstowp! | |
| And surely I' ll be mine! | |
| And we' ll tak a cup o' kindness yet | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| For auld lang syne, my jo | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| We' ll tak a cup o' kindness yet | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| We twa hae run about the braes | |
| And pu' d the gowans fine | |
| But we' ve wander' d mony a weary foot | |
| Sin auld lang syne | |
| For auld lang syne, my jo | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| We' ll tak a cup o' kindness yet | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| We twa hae paidl' d i' the burn | |
| Frae morning sun till dine | |
| But seas between us braid hae roar' d | |
| Sin auld lang syne | |
| For auld lang syne, my jo | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| We' ll tak 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 gudewilly waught | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| For auld lang syne, my jo | |
| For auld lang syne | |
| We' ll tak a cup o' kindness yet | |
| For auld lang syne |