Burns (in a new excitement): Do you hear, Mr. Hamilton—do you hear, Jean?
[The crowd passes the window, singing. Burns and the others taking up the song.]
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.