The auld times are gone
They were good times an' a'
We were children then
We are children still
Let the cauld blast blow
Let it blow, let it blow
The day is done
And the night has come
Let us raise a glass
Let it be the last
For though the night has come
And our race is run
Still we call
To us one and all
Let the cauld blast blow
Let it blow, let it blow
And let it go