The Robert Burns version, with Scots words translated
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
In the days of o’ lang syne!
For auld lang syne, my Dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.
And surely ye’ll buy your pint‐cup,
And surely I’ll buy mine;
And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my Dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.
We two have run about the slopes,
And pulled the daisies fine;
We’ve wander’d many a weary foot,
Since the days of auld lang syne.
We two have paddled in the brook,
From mornin’ sun till dine:
But seas between us broad have roar’d,
Since auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand, my trusty friend,
And give us a hand o’ thine;
And we’ll take a right goodwill draft,
For auld lang syne.