Tullochgorum - Dougie MacLean

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

The Reel of Tullochgorum

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

The Reel of Tullochgorum

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

To the Reel of Tullochgorum?

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

The Reel of Tullochgorum