Should Auld Acquaintance . . . ?

Fancy you knowin' old Bill Barley - I haven't seen 'im since I don't know when; Him an' me made a voyage or two together - nine years ago, was it, or ten? Terrible argumentative sort of bloke Bill was; 'e'd quarrel with his own toenails; If he was adrift in the Atlantic Ocean 'e'd raise a row with the sharks and whales. Last time him and me met it was in this here bar; We was havin' a pint and a yarn same as what you an' me are, And Bill up and started something, I don't just remember how, Anyway, before you could say knife we was having a first class row, And they took and chucked us outside for to finish our chat, And I shoved Bill through a plate-glass winder, and that was the end o' that . . But taking Bill all round he wasn't a bad sort of chap, Not a bad old scout, wasn't Bill, if he hadn't been so fond of a scrap, So if you run across him anywhere you might say 'How do' for me and shake, And tell him I'd like to see his ugly dial again, just for old time's sake . . .