Let Whig and Tory all agree,

To spend the night in mirth and glee,
And cheerfu' sing, alang wi' me,
The reel o' Tullochgorum.

O, Tullochgorum's my delight,

It gars us a' in ane unite,

And any sumph that keeps up spite, In conscience I abhor him.

For blythe and cheery we's be a',
Blythe and cheery, blythe and cheery,
Blythe and cheery we's be a',

As lang as we hae breth to draw,
And dance, till we be like to fa',

The reel of Tullochgorum.

There needs na' be sae great a phrase,
Wi' dringing dull Italian lays,

I wadna gi'e our ain strathspeys
For half a hundred score o' 'em.
They're douff1 and dowies at the best,
Douff and dowie, douff and dowie,

They're douff and dowie at the best

Wi' a' their variorium.
They're douff and dowie at the best,
Their allegros and a' the rest,
They canna please a Scottish taste,
Compar'd wi' Tullochgorum.

Let warldly minds themselves oppress
Wi' fears of want, and double cess,"
And sullen sots themselves distress
Wi' keeping up decorum.
Shall we sae sour and sulky sit,
Sour and sulky, sour and sulky,
Shall we sae sour and sulky sit,
Like auld Philosophorum?
Shall we so sour and sulky sit,
Wi' neither sense, nor mirth, nor wit,
Nor ever rise to shake a fit

To the reel of Tullochgorum?

May choicest blessings still attend
Each honest open-hearted friend,
And calm and quiet be his end,

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And a' that's good watch o'er him! 50 May peace and plenty be his lot, And dainties a great store o' 'em; May peace and plenty be his lot, Unstained by any vicious spot! And may be never want a groat

That's fond of Tullochgorum.
But for the dirty, yawning fool,
Who wants 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,
May dool and sorrow be his chance,

And nane say wae's me for 'im!
May dool and sorrow be his chance,
Wi' a' the ills that come frae France,
Whae'er he be, that winna dance
The reel of Tullochgorum.

Jane Elliot

1727-1805

THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST

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Ilk ane lifts her leglin," and hies her away.

• Double taxes. (Cessa tax); i. e., the amount of tax cessed, or assessed, by the Government.

7 Dole, grief.

1 Singing joyously.

2 A path left for the cattle between the corn fields. Withered, faded.

And he's clappit down in our gudeman's chair,
The wee, wee German lairdie!

And he's brought fouth o' foreign trash,
And dibbled them in his yardie:

He's pu'd the rose o' English loons,
And brake the harp o' Irish clowns,
But our Scot's thistle will jag his thumbs,
The wee, wee German lairdie!

Come up amang the Highland hills,
Thou wee, wee German lairdie,
And see how Charlie's' lang-kail thrive,
That he dibbled in his yardie:
And if a stock ye daur to pu',
Or haud the yoking o' a pleugh,
We'll break your sceptre o'er your mou',
Thou wee bit German lairdie!

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And our norlan' thristles winna pu',
For a wee bit German lairdie!
And we've the trenching blades o' weir,
Wad glib3 ye o' your German gear,

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To the land o' the leal.

But sorrow's sel' wears past, John,

And joy's a-coming fast, John,
The joy that's aye to last

In the land o' the leal.

Sae dear's the joy was bought, John, Sae free the battle fought, John, That sinfu' man e'er brought,

To the land o' the leal.

O, dry your glistening e'e, John!
My saul langs to be free, John,
And angels beckon me

To the land o' the leal.

O, haud ye leal and true, John!

Your day it's wearin' through, John,

And pass ye neath the claymore's sheer Thou feckless German lairdie!

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Auld Scotland! thou'rt owre cauld a hole For nursing siccan vermin;

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And I'll welcome you

But the very dogs o' England's court Can bark and howl in German! Then keep thy dibole i' thy ain hand, Thy spade but and thy yardie;

For wha the deil now claims your land, But a wee, wee German lairdie?

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Plenty. Charles Edward Stuart, "the young Pretender," grandson of King James II.

& Deprive.

A pointed tool, used to make holes for planting seeds, or "dibbling."

1 Charles Stuart, "the young Pretender," as his father James Edward Stuart, was called the "Chevalier" by his friends, Charles gained the title of "the young Chevalier."