The Woodlands Biotch

Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot, and all old times?

For old times, my dear, for old times sake.
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for old times.

And surely you’ll buy your pint cup, and surely I’ll buy mine!
And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet, for old times.

For old times, my dear, for old times sake.
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for old times.

We two have run about the slopes, and picked the daisies fine;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot, since old times.

For old times, my dear, for old times sake.
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for old times.

We two have paddled in the stream, from morning sun till dinner time;
But seas between us broad have roared, since the old times.

For old times, my dear, for old times sake.
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for old times.

And there’s a hand, my trusty friend – now give me a hand of yours!
And we’ll take a right good-will draught, for all old times.

For old times, my dear, for old times sake.
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for old times.

(and i don’t even like beer)