Auld Lang Syne Songtext
von Mannheim Steamroller

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 take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne

We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pou′d the gowans fine;
we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin′ auld lang syne


We two hae paidled i′ the burn,
Frae mornin' sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar′d
Sin' auld lang syne

And here′s a hand, my trusty friend,
And gie's a hand o′ thine;
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne

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 take a cup o′ kindness yet
For auld lang syne