Auld Lang Syne - Duke Ellington & John Coltrane

Should old acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot And auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll take a cup of kindness yet For auld lang syne For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll take a cup of kindness yet For auld lang syne Happy New Year everybody For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll take a cup of kindness yet For auld lang syne For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll take a cup of kindness yet For auld lang syne For auld lang syne For auld lang syne

Should old acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Should all acquaintance be forgot And days auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll drink a cup of kindness yet For auld lang syne Where we, too, have run about the braes And pulled the gowans fine But we've wandered many a weary foot Since auld lang syne For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll take a cup of kindness yet For auld lang syne We, too, have pedaled in the burn From morning sun 'til dine Oh but seas between us braid have roared Since auld lang syne For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll take a cup of kindness yet For auld lang syne And there's a hand, my trusty fiere And he's a hand o' thine And we'll take a right gude-willy waught For auld lang syne For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll take a cup of kindness yet For auld lang, one more time For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll take a cup of kindness yet For auld (auld lang) Lang syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll take a cup of kindness yet, For 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 pou'd the gowans fine, But we've wander'd monie a weary fit, Sin auld lang syne. We twa hae paidl'd in 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 guid-willie waught, For auld lang syne