For Auld Lang Syne.

For Auld Lang Syne, &c.

And surely you’ll be your pint stoup,

And surely I’ll be mine;

And we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,

For Auld Lang Syne.

For Auld Lang Syne, &c.

Norah M’Shane.

I’ve left Ballymornach a long way behind me,