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For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint-stoup,
And surely I'll be mine,
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary fitt,
Sin auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.

We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us breid hae roar'd,
Sin auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.

And there's a hand my trusty frien',
And gie's a hand o' thine,
And we'll tak a right gude willie-waught,
For auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.