WE welcome to our hearts tonight
Our kinsmen from afar,
Brothers in an empire’s fight,
And comrades of our war.
For Auld Lang Syne, my lads,
And the fights of Auld Lang Syne,
We drink our cup of fellowship
To the fights of Auld Lang Syne.
The shamrock, thistle, leek, and rose,
With heath and watttle twine.
And maple from Canadian snows
For the sake of Auld Lang Syne.
For Auld Lang Syne take hands
From London to the line,
Good luck to those who toiled with us
Since the days of Auld Lang Syne.
Again, to all we hold most dear
In life we left behind
The wives we wooed, the bairns we kissed,
And the loves of Auld Lang Syne.
For surely you have your sweetheart,
And surely I have mine;
We take her name in silence here
And the girls of Auld Lang Syne.
And last to him, the little man
Who led our fighting line
From Kabul on to Kandahar
In the days of Auld Lang Syne.
For Auld Lang Syne and "Bobs"
Our chief of Auld Lang Syne,
We’re here to do his work again
As we did in Auld Lang Syne.