Auld Lang Syne - Beta Radio

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 lang 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