Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne.
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
We twa ha'e run a-boot the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine.
We've wander'd mony a weary foot, Sin' auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne.
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
We twa ha'e sported i' the burn, Frae morning' sun till dine.
But seas between us braid ha'e roared, Sin' auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne.
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
And here's a hand, my trusty frien', And gie's a hand o' thine.
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne.
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
Special Feature: Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol :
Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to.
