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 22 Tow' ring o'er the Newton woods, Lavrocks fan the snaw-white clouds, Siller saughs, wi' downy buds, Adorn the banks sae briery, O. Round the sylvan fairy nooks, Feathery breckans fringe the rocks, 'Neath the brae the burnie jouks, And ilka thing is cheery, O. Trees may bud and birds may sing, Flowers may bloom and verdure spring, Joy to me they canna bring, Unless wi' thee, my dearie, O.

Auld Langsyne. SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, An' never brought to mind; Should auld acquaintance be forgot, An' days o' langsyne. For auld langsyne, my dearie For auld langsyne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, Tot auld langsyne.