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ALLISTER M'ALLISTER
O Allister M'Allister,
Your chanter sets us a' stir,
Then to yonr bags and blaw wi' bir,
We'll dance the Highland fling.
Now Allister has tun'd his pipes,
And thrang as bumbees frae their bykes,
The lads and lasses loup the dykes,
And gather on the green.
O Allister M'Allister &e.
The miller, Hab was fidging fain,
To dance the Highland fling his lane,
He lap as high as Elspa's wame,
The like was never seen,
As round about the ring he whnds,
And cracks his thumb, and shakes his duds,
The meal flew frae his tail in cluds,
And blinded a' their een.
O Allister M'Allister, &c.
Niest rackle handed smiddy Jock,
A' blackend oʻer wi coum and smoke,
Wi' shachalin blear-e'ed Bess did yoke-
That slaverin gabbit quean.
He shook his doublet in the wund,
His feet like hammers strack the grund,
