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 And onie sumph wha keeps up spite
 * In conscience I abhor him;

Blithe and merry we's be a', Blithe and merry, blithe and merry, Blithe and merry we's be a',
 * To mak a cheerfu' quorum.

Blithe and merry we's be a', As lang as we hae breath to draw; And dance, till we be like to fa',
 * The Reel of Tullochorum.

There needs na be sae great a phrase Wi' bringing dull Italian lays; I wadna gie our ain strathspeys
 * For hauf a hunder score o'm!

They're dowft and dowie at the best, Dowff and dowie, dowff and dowie, They're dowff and dowie at the best,
 * Wi a' their variorum;

They're dowff and dowie at the best, Their allegro's, and a' the rest, They canna please a Highland taste.
 * Compar'd wi' Tullochgerum.

Let warldly minds themselves oppress, Wi' fear o' want, and dauble cess, And silly sauls themselves distress,
 * Wi' keeping up decorum

Shall we sour and sulky sit,