Auld Lang Syne

Should Old Acquaintance be forgot
 and never thought upon?
 The flames of Love extinguished
 and fully past and gone
 Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold
 that loving Breast of thine?
 That thou canst never once reflect
 On Old lang syne
 For auld lang syne my dear
 For auld lang syne
 We'll take a cup of kindness yet
 For auld lang syne.
 Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief
 When from thee I am gone
 Will not thy presence yield relief
 To this sad Heart of mine?
 Why doth thy presence me defeat
 With excellence divine?
 Especially when I reflect
 On Old long syne
 For auld lang syne my dear
 For auld lang syne
 We'll take a cup of kindness yet
 For auld lang syne
 And surely you'll buy your pint cup
 And surely I'll buy mine
 And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet
 For auld lang syne