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 23 We twa hae run about the braes, An' pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary fit Sin' auld langsyne. For auld langsyne, &c. We twa hae paidlet in the burn, When simmer days did shine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin' auld langsyne. For aula langsyne, &c. And there's a hand, my trusty friend, Angie's a claught o' thine, An' we'll toom the cup to friendship's growth, An' auld lang syne 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 gudewillie waught For auld lang syne. For auld langsyne, my dear, For auld langsyne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld langsyne,