We welcome to our hearts tonight our kinsmen from afar
Brothers in an Empire's fight, and comrades in 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 wattle 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 toast her name in silence here, and the girls of Auld Lang Syne.
And last to him, the little man who led our fighting line
For Kabul 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.