From the East Tennessee cats  😼😽 (no not the🎶 ‘ℕ𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕥𝕤’  🎸🎼 )

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.

Chorus:
On old long syne my Jo,
On old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
On old long syne.

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