"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 reflecton Old long syne.CHORUS:On Old long syne my Jo,in Old long syne,That thou canst never once reflect,in Old long syne.My Heart is ravisht with delight,when thee I think upon;All Grief and Sorrow takes the flight,and speedily is gone;The bright resemblance of thy Face,so fills this, Heart of mine;That Force nor Fate can me displease,for Old long syne.CHORUS:For Old long syne my Jo,for Old long syneThat thou canst never once reflect,On Old long syne.Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief,when from thee I am gone;will not thy presence yield relief,to this sad Heart of mine:Why doth thy presence me defeat,with excellence divine?Especially when I reflecton Old long syneCHORUS:On old long syne my Jo,on Old long syne:That thou canst never once reflect,on Old long syne.Oh, then, Clorinda, prove more kind,be not ungratefull still:Since that my Heart ye have so ty'd,why shoud ye then it kill:Sure, Faith and Hope depend on thee,kill me not with disdain:Or else I swear I'll still reflecton Old long syne.CHORUS:On Old long syne my Jo,on Old long syne;I pray you do but once reflect,on Old long syne.Since you have rob'd me of my Heart;It`s reason I have yours;Which Madam Nature doth impart,to your black Eyes and Browes:With honour it doth not consist,to hold thy Slave in pain:Pray let thy rigour then resist,for Old long syne.CHORUS:For Old long syne my Jo,for Old long syne;That then canst never once reflect,on Old long syne.It is my freedom I do crave,by depracating pain;Since libertie ye will not give,who glories in his Chain:But yet I wish the gods to movethat noble Heart of thine;To pity since ye cannot love,for Old long syne.CHORUS:For Old long syne my Jo,for Old long syne;That thou may ever once reflect,on Old long syne.But since that nothing can prevailand all hopes are in vain;From these rejected Eyes of mine,still showers of Tears Shall rain:Though thou wast Rebel to the Kingand beat with Wind therein,Assure thy self of welcome Love,for Old long syne.CHORUS:For Old long syne my Jo,for Old long syne,Assure thy self of welcome Love,for Old long syne."