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

An' there's a hand my, trusty friend,
 An' gies 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 take 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.