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 What needs there be fo great a phraſe,

Wi' dringing dull Italian lays,

I wou'd not gi'e our ain Strathſpeys,

For half a hundred ſcore o'-them;

They're douff and dowie at the beſt,

Douff and dowie,

Douff and dowie,

They're douff and dowie at the beſt,

Tho' thouſands ſhould encore them.

They're douff and dowie at the beſt,

Their allegro's and a' the reſt,

They canna pleaſe a true Scots taſte,

Compar'd with Tullochgorum.

Let worldly minds themſelves oppreſs,

Wi' fear o' want and double ceſs.

And filly fauls themſelves diſtreſs,

Wi' keeping up decorum,

Shall we ſo ſour and ſulky fit,

Sour and ſulky,

Sour and ſulky,

Shail we ſo ſour and ſulky ſit,

Like old Philoſophorum!

Shall we ſo ſour and ſulky ſit,

Wi' neither ſenſe, nor mirth, nor wit,

And never try to ſhake a foot

To the reel of Tullochgorum!

My choice bleſſings ay attend,

Each honeſt open hearted friend,

And calm and quiet be his end,

And a' that's good come o'er him.