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The Song Book |
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We twa hae paidl't i' the burn,
From mornin sun till dine ; But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin auld lang syne.
Cho. For auld, &c.
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.
Cho. For auld, &e.
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 syne.
Cho. For an Id, &c.
Words by Bums.
Tune I feed a lass at Martinmas. |
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