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We twa hae run about the braes,
An' pu'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary fit
Sin' auld langsyne.
For auld langsyne, &c.

We twa hae paidlet in the burn,
When simmer days did shine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld langsyne.
For auld langsyne, &c.

And there's a hand, my trusty friend,
An' gie's a claught o' thine,
An' we'll toom the cup to friendship's growth,
An' auld langsyne
For auld langsyne, &c.

An' surely ye'll be your pint-stoup,
As sure as I'll be mine,
An' we'll tak a right gudewillie waught
For auld langsyne.
For auld langsyne, my dear,
For auld langsyne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld langsyne.