Two excellent songs (1)/Tullichgorum

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3324002Two excellent songs (1) — Tullichgorum1800

TULLICHGORUM.

COME gi’e‘s ſang, Montgomery cry'd,
And lay our diſputes all aside.
What nonsense is’t in folks to chide
For what was dose before them!

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:

They're douſſ and dowie, art the beſt,
Douſſ and dowie.
Douſſ and dowie.
They’re douff and dowie at the beſt

Tuo' thouſands ſhould encore them,
They're douſſ and dowie at the beſt,
Their allegro's and a' the reſt,
They cauna pleaſe a true Scots taſte.
Compar'd with Tallichgorm

Let worldly minds themſelves oppress
Wi' fear of want an double ceſs,
And ſullen ſots themſelves oppress
Wi' keeping up decorum;
Shall we ſo ſour and ſulky fit,

Sour and sulky.
Sour and sulky,

Shall we ſo ſour sulky fit,
Lik(illegible text)d Philosophorum!
Shall we ſo ſour and sulky sit,
We neither sense, nor mirth nor wit,
And never try to shake our foot
To the reel Tullichgorum

Mav choiceſt blessings still attend
Ever honest open hearted friend,
And calm and quiet be his end.
And a' that's good come o'er him;
May peace and plenty be his lot,

peace and plenty,
peace and plenty,

May peace and plenty be his lot,
And dainties a great store o' them,
May peace and plenty he his lot,
Unſtain'd by any vicious spot,
And may he never want a groat,
That's ſone of Tullichgorum.

But for your sullen ſrumpish fool,
That love to be oppression's tool,
May envy gnaw his rotten soul.
And discontent devour him
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(illegible text) and sorrow.
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The reel of Tullichgurum.

F I N I S



This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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