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An’ surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup,
as sure as I’ll be mine;
An’ we’ll tak a right gude willie waught,
for auld langsyne.
as sure as I’ll be mine;
An’ we’ll tak a right gude willie waught,
for auld langsyne.
For auld langsyne, my dear,
for auld langsyne,
We'll tak a cup o kindness yet,
for auld langsyne.
for auld langsyne,
We'll tak a cup o kindness yet,
for auld langsyne.
HIGHLAND MARY.
Ye banks and braes, and streams around
the Castle o’ Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flow’rs;
your waters never drumlie:
There simmer first unfaulds her robes,
and there they langest tarry;
For there I took the last fareweel
of my dear Highland Mary.
the Castle o’ Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flow’rs;
your waters never drumlie:
There simmer first unfaulds her robes,
and there they langest tarry;
For there I took the last fareweel
of my dear Highland Mary.
How sweetly bloom’d the gay green birk!
How rich the hawthorn's blossom,
As underneath their fragrant shade,
I clasp’d her to my bosom!
The golden hours, on eagle-wings,
flew o'er me and my dearie;
For dear to me as light and life
was my sweet Highland Mary.
How rich the hawthorn's blossom,
As underneath their fragrant shade,
I clasp’d her to my bosom!
The golden hours, on eagle-wings,
flew o'er me and my dearie;
For dear to me as light and life
was my sweet Highland Mary.
