Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of But still within my bosom's core

Thou'lt break my heart, thou bonnie bird, Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,

Spak o' lowpin' owre a linn: 5
Ha, ha, the wooin o't.

Time and chance are but a tide,

Ha, ha, the wooin o't,

Slighted love is sair to bide,

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans 10 fine;
But we've wandered monie a weary foot,
Sin' auld lang syne.

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Frae mornin' sun till dine;

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"Shall I, like a fool," quoth hedia aula hae paidl't 11 i'the burn,17

Ha, ha, the wooing o't.

"For a haughty hizzie die?
She may gae to-France for me!"

Ha, ha, the wooin o't..

How it comes let doctors tell,
Ha, ha, the wooin o't,
Meg grew sick as he grew well,
Ha, ha, the wooin o't.

Something in her bosom wrings,

For relief a sigh she brings;

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t seas between us braid hae roar'd,
For auld lang syne.

And here's a hand, my trusty fiere,11

And gie's a hand o' thine;

And we'll tak a right guid-willie 15 waught,10

For auld lang syne.

10 daisies
11 paddled
12 brook

12 noon
14 comrade

15 friendly
16 draught

17 pint-cup
18 sweetheart
19 smooth
20 bald

21 head

22 happy

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