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 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.

We twa hae run about the braes,

And pu'd the gowans fine; But we've wandered mony a weary foot

Sin' auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidled i' the burn

From mornin' sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roared

Sin' auld lang syne.

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.

For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet

For auld lang syne.

��XLIV BEFORE PARTING

Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, An' fill it in a silver tassie;

That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie.

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