The Canary/Auld Langsyne

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Auld Langsyne.

Tune—Sir Alexander Don's Strathspey.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, An' never brought to mind;Should auld acquaintance be forgot, An' days o' langsyne.  For a' langsyne, my dear;   For auld langsyne;  We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,   For auld langsyne.
We twa hae run about the braes, An' pu'd the gowans fine;But we've wander'd mony a weary fitt Sin' auld langsyne.  For auld langsyne, &c.
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We twa hae paidelt in the burn, When simmer days did shine,But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin' auld langsyne.  For a' langsyne, &c.
An' there's a hand my, trusty friend, An' gies a claught o' thine,An' we'll toom the cup to Friendship's growth An' auld langsyne.  For auld langsyne, &c.
An' surely ye'll be your pint-stoup, As sure as I'll be mine,An' we'll take a right gudewillie waught For auld langsyne.  For auld langsyne, my dear,   For auld langsyne,  We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,   For auld langsyne.

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