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 From thy far rocky shores of great treasure. Where Superior impatiently breaks, To thy forests and fields without measure, We love thee, O land of the lakes! We love thee, O land of the lakes'. We love thee, O land of the lakes! With thy forests and fields without measure, We love thee, O land of the lakes! Auld Lang Syne. (Pat's Pick, page 63; Franklin Square No. I, page 104.) 1 Sharp. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne? Chords—For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne; We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne. We twa' ha'e run aboot the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine; But we've wondered mony a weary foot Sin' auld lang syne.—Cho. We twa' ha'e sported i' the burn Frae mornin' sun till dine, But seas between us braid ha'e roared Sin' auld lang syne.— Cho. And here's a hand, my trusty frien', And gie's a hand o' thine: We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.— Cho.