The Tired Soldier/Auld Lang Syne
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AULD LANG SYNE.
Should auld acquaintance be forgotAnd never brought to mind?Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne,We'll tak a cup o' kindness yetFor 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.