We twa hae run about the braes, two have, hillsides
And pu'd the gowans fine; pulled, daisies
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin' auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidled i' the burn, waded, brook
From morning sun till dine; noon
But seas between us braid hae roar'd broad
Sin' auld lang syne.
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere, comrade