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 ROBERT BURNS

We twa hae rin about the braes,

And pu'd the gowans fine; But we've wander'd monie a weary fit

Sin' auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl't i' the burn,

Frae mornin' sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar'd

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.

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 sync!

For auld lang syne, my dear,

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

For auld lang syne.

5/0 My Bonnie Mary

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. The boat rocks at the pier o' Leith,

509 gowans] daisies. fit] foot. dine] dinner-time,

fiere] partner. guid-willie waught] friendly draught.

5/0 tassie] cup

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