paidled i' the burn,. Frae mornin' sun till dine;. But seas between us braid hae roar'd. Sin' auld lang syne. And here's a hand, my trusty friend,. And gie's a hand o' thine;. We'll take a cup o' kindness
lang syne, my dear. For auld lang syne. We'll take a cup o' kindness yet. For auld lang syne. . We twa hae paidl'd in the burn. Frae morning sun till dine
' kindness yet. For days of auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes. And pu'd the gowans fine. But we've wander'd mony a weary fit. Sin days of auld lang syne. We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn. Frae
