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 Dool and sorrow, dool and sorrow,

May dool and sorrow be his chance,

And honest souls abhor him:

May dool and sorrow be his chance,

An' a' the ills that come frae France,

Whae'er he be that winna dance

The Reel of Tullochgorum.





, once the village pride,

Lies cold and wan in yonder valley;

She lost her lover, and she died:

Grief broke the heart of gentle Sally.

Young Valiant was the hero's name,

For early valour fir'd the boy,

Who barter'd all his love for fame,

And kill'd the hopes of Sally Roy.

Swift from the arms of weeping love,

As rag'd the war in yonder valley,

He rush'd, his martial power to prove,

While faint with fear sunk lovely Sally.

At noon she saw the youth depart,

At eve she lost her darling joy;

Ere night the last throb of her heart,

Declar'd the fate of Sally Roy.

The virgin train in tears are seen,

When yellow midnight fills the valley,