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Now from the mountains lofty brow,
I view the disant ocean,
There av'rice guides the bounding prow,
Ambition courts promotion.
Let fortune pour her golden store,
Her laurel'd favours many—
Give me but this my soul a first wish,
The lass o' Aranteenie.
TULLOCHGORUM.
Come gie's a sang the lady cried,
And lay your disputes a' aside
What signifies for folks to chide,
For what's been done before 'em?
Let Whig and Tory all agree,
Whig and Tory Whig and Tory,
Let Whig and Tory all agree,
To drop their Whig megorum.
Let Whig and Tory all agree,
To spend this night with mirth and glee,
And cheerfu' sing alang wi' me,
The reel o' Tullochgorum
Tullowhgorum’s nay delight,
