Tullochgorum

Come give us a song, Montgomery cried
 and lay your disputes all aside
 What nonsense is't for folks to chide
 for what's been done before 'em
 Let Whig and Tory all agree,
 Whig and Tory, Whig and Tory
 Whig and Tory all agree
 to drop their Whigmigmorum
 Let Whig and Tory all agree
 to spend this night in mirth and glee
 And cheerful sing along with me
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 O Tullochgorum's my delight,
 it gars us all in one unite
 And ony sumph that keeps up spite,
 in conscience, I abhor him
 Blythe and merry we'll be all,
 blythe and merry, blythe and merry
 Blythe and merry we'll be all,
 and make a cheerfull quorum
 Blythe and merry we'll be all,
 as lang as we have a breath to draw
 And dance till we be like to fall,
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 Let worldly worms their minds oppress,
 with fears or want and double cess
 And sullen sots themselves distress
 with keeping up decorum
 Shall we so sour and sulky sit?
 Sour and sulky, sour and sulky
 Sour and sulky shall we sit,
 like auld Philosophorum?
 Shall we so sour and sulky sit,
 with neither sense, nor mirth, nor wit
 Nor ever rise to shake a fit
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 May choicest blessings all attend
 each honest open-hearted friend
 And calm and quiet be his end,
 and all that's good watch o'er him
 May peace and plenty be his lot,
 peace and plenty, peace and plenty
 Peace and plenty be his lot
 and dainties a great store o' them
 May peace and plenty be his lot,
 unstain'd by any vicious spot
 And may he never want a groat,
 that's fond of Tullochgorum
 But for the discontented fool,
 who loves to be oppression's tool
 May envy gnaw his rotten soul
 and discontent devour him!
 May dool and sorrow be his chance,
 dool and sorrow, dool and sorrow
 Dool and sorrow be his chance,
 and honest souls abhor him
 May dool and sorrow be his chance
 and all the ills that come from France
 Whoever he be that would not dance
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