ROBERT BURNS
We twa hae rin about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine; But we've wander'd monie a weary fit
Sin' auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl't i' the burn,
Frae mornin' sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd
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.
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 sync!
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.
5/0 My Bonnie Mary
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. The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith,
509 gowans] daisies. fit] foot. dine] dinner-time,
fiere] partner. guid-willie waught] friendly draught.
5/0 tassie] cup
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