Auld Lang Syne For auld lang syne, my dear,
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne
We two have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine ;
But we’ve wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne
And there’s a hand my trusty friend !
And give us a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.
(For Kate & Marty)