Fiddler's Green Tullochgorum Lyrics
            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
        
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