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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 long syne. On old long syne my Jo, On old long syne, That thou canst never once reflect, On old long syne. Happy New Year