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As o'er the funnie knows we fang,

In days of langfyne.

For auld langfyne

But now that we are grown to men,

an fin the ills of time,

It even gies us fome relief

to think of langfyne.

For auld langfyne

An whan auld age comes wearin on

an youthful days decline,

We'll ever think wi pleafure ftill,

on auld langfyne. For auld langfyne

May ilka happy thing my dear,

attend that lot of chine, Till time, itfelf, be fwallowed up,

In fomething mair divine.

For auld langfyne my dear,

For auld langfyne,

We‘ll tak a cup of kindefs yet,

For auld langfyne.