And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I'll be mine; And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine; But we've wandered mony a weary foot
Sin' auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidled i' the burn
From mornin' sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roared
Sin' auld lang syne.
And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o' thine; And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
��XLIV BEFORE PARTING
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, An' fill it in a silver tassie;
That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie.
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