Auld Lang Syne

The Tannahill Weavers

We twa hae rin aboot the braes
And pu'd the gowans fine
We've wandered many's the weary step
Since Auld Lang Syne

We twa he paidled in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine
But seas between us brade he roared
Since Auld Lang Syne

Aye and surely you'll be your pint stoup
And surely I'll be mine
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For Auld Lang Syne

So here's a hand my trusty frien'
And here's a haud o' thine
We'll drink a right guid wullie waught
For the sake o' Auld Lang Syne

For Auld Lang Syne my dear
For Auld Lang Syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For the sake o' Auld Lang Syne