Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tullochgorum, artist - Dougie MacLean. Album song Craigie Dhu, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 31.05.1983
Record label: Dunkeld
Song language: English
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 |
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 |