For auld lang syne my jo -- 1711

Speranza 1711 for auld lang syne, my jo for auld lang syne, we’ll tak 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 auld lang syne? and surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp ! and surely I’ll be mine ! and we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne. we twa hae run about the braes, and pu’d the gowans fine ; but we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit, sin auld lang syne. we twa hae paidl’d i' the burn, frae morning sun till dine ; but seas between us braid hae roar’d sin auld lang syne. and there’s a hand, my trusty fiere ! and gie's a hand o’ thine ! and we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught, for auld lang syne.