Should
all acquaintance be forgot
They are never brought to mind
Should all acquaintance be forgot
In the days of auld lang syne
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For the sake of auld lang syne
Let's have a drink or maybe two
Or maybe three or four
Or five or six
Or seven or eight
Or maybe even more
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For the sake of auld lang syne
When it gets to closing time,
and if you're still on by
I know a pub in Inverness
that never shuts the door
Burrowed in Zayn, my dear
Burrowed in Zayn
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For the sake of old Zayn
Rarely gets to closing time,
and if you still want more
I know a pub in Inverness
That never shuts its door
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kind as yet
For the sake of auld lang syne
When it gets to closing time
And if you still want more
I know a pot filled in the nest
that never shuts its door
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
for the sake of auld lang syne
You