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 O'er the merry midnight bowl,
 * O how happy we will be;

Day was made for vulgar souls,
 * Night, my boys, for you and me.

Seize the villain, plunge him in;
 * See, the hated miscreant dies,

Mirth, with all thy train, come in;
 * Banish sorrow, tears, and sighs!

gies a sang, the lady cried, And set your disputes all aside; What nonsense 'tis for folks to chide
 * 'Bout what's been done before them.

Let whig and tory all agree. Whig and tory, whig and tory, Let whig and tory all agree
 * To drop their whigmegmorum.

Let whig and tory all agree To spend the night wi' mirth and glee, And cheerfu' sing alang wi' me
 * The Reel of Tullochgorum

Tullochgorum's my delight, It gars us a' in ane unite,