Sair sair was my heart (1)/Allister M'Allister

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ALLISTER M’ALLISTER.

O Allister M'Allister,
Your chanter sets us a'astir
Then to your, bags and blaw wi' bir,
We ll dance the Highland fling.

Now Allister has tun’d his pipes,
And thrang as bumbees frae their bykes,
The lads and lasses loup the dykes,
And gather on the green.
O Allister McAllister! &c.

The miller, Hab was fidging fain,
To dance the Highland fling his lane,
He lap as high as Elspa's wame,
The like was never seen,
As round about the ring he whu's,
And cracks his thumb, and shakes his duds
Thee meal flew frae his tail in cluds,
And blinded a’ their een.
O Allister M'Allister, &c.

Nicest rackle handed smiddy Jock,
A’blacken'd o er wi’ co m and smoke,
Wi' shachalin blear-e'ed Bess did yoke—
That slaverin-gabbit quean.
He shook his doublet in the wund
His feet like hanmmers struck the grund,
The very moudiwarts were stunn'd,
Nor kend what it could mean.
O Allister M'Allister &c.

Now wanton Willie was nae blate,
For he got haud o’ winsome Kate
Come here you he I'll shew the gate
To dance the highland fling.
The Highland fling he danced wi’ glee,
And lap as he was gaun to flee,
Kate bak'd and babb'd sae bonnilie
And wipt it neat and clean.
O Allister M'Allister, &c.

Now Allister has done his best,
And Veary houghs are wantin rest,
Besides they sair wi' drouth were strest,
Wi' dancing sae I ween.
I true the gantress got a lift
And round the bicker flew like drift,
And Allister that very night
Could scarcely stand his lane,
O Allister M'Allister &c.

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