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