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Should auld acquaintance be forgot, |
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And never brought to mind? |
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot, |
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And days of lang syne? |
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We twa ha'e run aboot the braes, |
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And pu'd the gowans fine, |
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We've wandered mony a weary foot, |
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Sin' auld lang syne. |
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We twa ha'e sported in the burn, |
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Frae morning sun till dine, |
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But seas between us braid ha'e roared, |
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Sin' auld lang syne. |
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And here's a hand,my trusty friend, |
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And gie's a hand of thine; |
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We'll take a cup of kindness yet |
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For auld lang syne. |
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For auld lang syne, my dear, |
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For auld lang syne, |
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We'll take a cup of kindness yet |
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For auld lang syne. |