Paroles Tullochgorum Fiddler's Green

Tullochgorum

Come give us a song, Montgomery criedand lay your disputes all aside
What 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 glee
And cheerful sing along with methe Reel of TullochgorumO 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 TullochgorumLet worldly worms their minds oppress,with fears or want and double cess
And sullen sots themselves distresswith keeping up decorum
Shall we so sour and sulky sità
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 fitto the Reel of Tullochgorum?May choicest blessings all attendeach 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 lotand 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 TullochgorumBut for the discontented fool,who loves to be oppression's tool
May envy gnaw his rotten souland 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 chanceand all the ills that come from FranceWhoever he be that would not dancethe Reel of Tullochgorum