We twa ha’e paidl’d i’ the burn,
Frae mornin’ sun till dine,
But seas between us braid ha’e roared,
Sin’ auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I’ll be mine;
And we’ll tak a right gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand,my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine;
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet’
For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet’
For auld lang syne.