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Come give us a song, Montgomery criedand lay your disputes all asideWhat nonsense is't for folks to chidefor what`s been done before 'emLet Whig and Tory all agree,Whig and Tory, Whig and ToryWhig and Tory all agreeto drop their WhigmigmorumLet Whig and Tory all agreeto spend this night in mirth and gleeAnd cheerful sing along with methe Reel of TullochgorumO Tullochgorum's my delight,it gars us all in one uniteAnd ony sumph that keeps up spite,in conscience, I abhor himBlythe and merry we'll be all,blythe and merry, blythe and merryBlythe and merry we'll be all,and make a cheerfull quorumBlythe and merry we'll be all,as lang as we have a breath to drawAnd dance till we be like to fall,the Reel of TullochgorumSongtexteLet worldly worms their minds oppress,with fears or want and double cessAnd sullen sots themselves distresswith keeping up decorumShall we so sour and sulky sit?Sour and sulky, sour and sulkySour and sulky shall we sit,like auld Philosophorum?Shall we so sour and sulky sit,with neither sense, nor mirth, nor witNor ever rise to shake a fitto the Reel of Tullochgorum?May choicest blessings all attendeach honest open-hearted friendAnd calm and quiet be his end,and all that's good watch o'er himMay peace and plenty be his lot,peace and plenty, peace and plentyPeace and plenty be his lotand dainties a great store o' themMay peace and plenty be his lot,unstain'd by any vicious spotAnd may he never want a groat,that's fond of TullochgorumBut for the discontented fool,who loves to be oppression's toolMay envy gnaw his rotten souland discontent devour him!May dool and sorrow be his chance,dool and sorrow, dool and sorrowDool and sorrow be his chance,and honest souls abhor himMay dool and sorrow be his chanceand all the ills that come from FranceWhoever he be that would not dancethe Reel of Tullochgorum Aus Songtexte Mania