This text comes from The Scottish Minstrel (First Series), a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min'?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' langsyne?
For auld langsyne, my dear,
For auld langsyne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld langsyne.
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine:
But we've wander'd mony a wearie fit
Sin' auld langsyne.
For auld langsyne, &c.
We twa hae paidl't i' the burn
Whan simmer days were prime;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld langsyne.
For auld langsyne, &c.
And there's a hand, my trusty frien',
And gie's a haud o' thine,
And we'll toom the cup to friendship's growth.
For auld langsyne.
For auld langsyne, &c.
And surely ye'll be your pint stoup,
As sure as I'll be mine,
And we'll tak a right guid walie-waught,
For auld langsynen.
For auld langsyne, &c.