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| COME, gi’es sang, Montgom’rie cried, | |
| And lay your disputes a’ aside; | |
| What signifies for folks to chide | |
| For what was done before them? | |
| Let Whig and Tory a’ agree, | 5 |
| Whig and Tory, Whig and Tory, | |
| Whig and Tory a’ agree | |
| To drop their whigmigmorum; | |
| Let Whig and Tory a’ agree | |
| To spend this night in mirth and glee, | 10 |
| And cheerfu’ sing, alang wi’ me, | |
| The reel o’ Tullochgorum. | |
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| O Tullochgorum’s my delight; | |
| It gars us a’ in ane unite; | |
| And ony sumph that keeps up spite, | 15 |
| In conscience I abhor him. | |
| Blithe and merry we’ll be a’, | |
| Blithe and merry, blithe and merry, | |
| Blithe and merry we’ll be a’ | |
| And mak’ a cheerfu’ quorum. | 20 |
| For blithe and merry we’ll be a’ | |
| As lang as we ha’e breath to draw, | |
| And dance, till we be like to fa’, | |
| The reel o’ Tullochgorum. | |
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| What needs there be sae great a fraise | 25 |
| Wi’ dringin’, dull Italian lays? | |
| I wadna gi’e our ain strathspeys | |
| For half a hunder score o’ them. | |
| They’re dowf and dowie at the best, | |
| Dowf and dowie, dowf and dowie, | 30 |
| Dowf and dowie at the best, | |
| Wi’ a’ their variorum. | |
| They’re dowf and dowie at the best, | |
| Their allegros and a’ the rest; | |
| They canna please a Scottish taste | 35 |
| Compared wi’ Tullochgorum. | |
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| Let worldly worms their minds oppress | |
| Wi’ fears o’ want and double cess, | |
| And sullen sots themsel’s distress | |
| Wi’ keeping up decorum. | 40 |
| Shall we sae sour and sulky sit? | |
| Sour and sulky, sour and sulky, | |
| Sour and sulky shall we sit, | |
| Like auld philosophorum? | |
| Shall we sae sour and sulky sit, | 45 |
| Wi’ neither sense, nor mirth, nor wit, | |
| Nor ever rise to shake a fit | |
| To the reel o’ Tullochgorum? | |
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| May choicest blessings aye attend | |
| Each honest, open-hearted friend, | 50 |
| And calm and quiet be his end, | |
| And a’ that’s gude watch o’er him! | |
| May peace and plenty be his lot, | |
| Peace and plenty, peace and plenty, | |
| Peace and plenty be his lot, | 55 |
| And dainties a great store o’ them! | |
| May peace and plenty be his lot, | |
| Unstained by ony vicious spot, | |
| And may he never want a groat, | |
| That’s fond o’ Tullochgorum! | 60 |
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| But for the discontented fool, | |
| Wha wants to be oppression’s tool, | |
| May envy gnaw his rotten soul, | |
| And discontent devour him! | |
| May dule and sorrow be his chance, | 65 |
| Dule and sorrow, dule and sorrow, | |
| Dule and sorrow be his chance, | |
| And nane say ’Wae’s me for him!’ | |
| May dule and sorrow be his chance, | |
| And a’ the ills that come frae France, | 70 |
| Whae’er he be that winna dance | |
| The reel o’ Tullochgorum! | |
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