For auld lang syne, my jo, for auld lang syne, weʼll tak’ a cup oʼ kindness yet, for auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, and pouʼd the gowans fine; But weʼve wanderʼd mony a weary fit, sin’ auld lang syne. Verse 3: And thereʼs a hand, my trusty fiere! and gie’s a hand oʼ thine!
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