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Let Whig and Tory all agree.
Whig and Tory,
Whig and Tory,
Let Whig and Tory all agree.
And drop their whume-meg-moruning
Let Whig and Tory all agree
To ſpend the night with mirth and glory
Ants chearful ſing along with me
The reel of Tullichgorum.
O Tullichgorum’s my delight!
It makes us all in one unite.
And any ſumph that keeps up ſpite
Out of my lift I'll ſcore him;
For Blyth and cheery we's be a',
Blyth and cheery,
Blyth and cheery
Blyth and cheery we's be a',
And make a hearty quornm:
For blyth and cheery we's be a',
As long as we ha'e breath to draw.
And dance till we be like to fa,
The reel of Tullichgorum.
What needs there be ſo great a phrase
Wi‘ dringing dull Italian lays,
I would no gi’eour own Strathſpeye
For half a hundred ſcore of them:
