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 What a roaring set, distance ware met,
 * to frolictsome and so frankly, O,

With potatoes galor and a barminginmore,
 * and a flowing madder of whisky, O,

So merrily went round the swipes,
 * at the bride's expence so freely, O,

while the chanter with his merry pipes,
 * struck up a lilt so gaily, O.
 * Sing, Hethrum tethrum, etc.

And then at night oh! what delight,
 * to see them capering and prancing, O,

An Opera or Ball was nothing at all,
 * when compar’d to the stile of their dancing., O;

And then to fee old Father Quipes,
 * beating time with his shalalley, O,

While the chanter with his merry pipes,
 * struck up a lilt so gaily, O.
 * Chorus, Hethrum tethrum, etc.

But now the sect so sappy to it got,
 * they’ll go to sleep without rocking, O,

While the bride's maids fair so bravely prepare
 * for throwing of the stocking, O.

Dochindorus we’ll have, says Father Quipes,
 * and kisses the bride genteely, O,

While to wish them fun the merry pipes
 * struck up a lilt so gaily, O,
 * Sing, Hethrum tethrum, etc.

T was upon a Lammas night, when corn rigs wave sae bonny, Beneath the moon’s unclouded light,
 * I hied away to Annie,