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We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine ;
But we've wander'd mony a weary fit,
Sin' auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl't in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd.
Sin' aiild lang syne.
And there's a hand, my trusty frien'.
And gie's a hand o' thine ;
And we'll tak a richt gude-willie waught.
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.
OLD LONG SYNE.
FIRST PART.
Should old acquaintance be forgot.
And never thought upon,
The flames of love extinguished.
And freely past and gone ?
Is thy kind heart now grown so cold
In that loving breast of thine,
That thou canst never once reflect
On old long syne ?
Where are thy protestations.
Thy vows, and oaths, my dear,

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