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.
CHORUS:
On Old lang syne my dear,
On Old lang syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
On Old lang syne.
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