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Should auld acquaintance be forqot,
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Tho' they return with scars?
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These are a noble hero's lot,
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Obtain'd in glorious wars;
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Welcome, my Varo, to my breast,
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Thy arms about me twine,
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And make me once again as blest,
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As I was lang syne.
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O'er moor and dale with your gay friend
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You may pursue the chase,
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And after a blythe bottle end
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AII cares in my embrace.
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And in a vacant rainy day
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You shall be wholly mine:
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We'll make the hours run smooth away
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And laugh at lang syne.
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Shall Monarchy be quite forgot,
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And of it no more heard?
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Antiquity be razed about
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And slav'ry put in stead?
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Is Scotsman's blood now grown so cold,
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The valor of their mind,
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That they can never once reflect
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On old lang syne?
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Auld lang syne
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| Boney M |
