For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne;
We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae ran about the braes,
And pu’d the gowans[L] fine;
But we’ve wandered mony a weary foot,
Sin’ auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl’t i’ the burn,[M]
Frae morning sun till dine;