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An' there's a hand, my trusty feire,
an' gies a hand o'thine,
An' we'll toum 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 tak a right gude willie waught
for auld langsyne.
For auld langsyne, my dear;
for auld langsyne;
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld langsyne.
HIGHLAND MARY.
Ye banks and braes, and streams around
the Castle o' Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flow'rs,
your waters never drumlie:
There simmer first unfaulds ber robes,
and there they langest tarry;
For there I took the last fareweel
of my dear Highland Mary.
