The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 87
Auld Lang Syne
Auld Lang Syne.
We twa ha'e run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans 1 fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin' auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, &c.
We twa ha'e paidelt 2 in the burn, 3
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid ha'e" roar'd,
Sin' auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, &c.
And here's a hand, my trusty frien',
And gie's a haud o' thine;
And we'll tak' a richt-guid willie-waught,4
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, &c.
And surely ye'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.
1 Daisies.
2 Waded.
3 Brook.
4 A draught with right good will