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O sweet is she in yon town
The sinking sun’s gaun clown upon;
The dearest maid’s in yon town
His setting beam e’er shone upon.

If angry fate be sworn my foe,
And suff’ring I am doom'd to bear,
I’d careless quit ought else below,
But spare, oh! spare my Jeanie dear.

For while life’s dearest blood runs warm.
My thoughts frae her shall ne’er depart
For as most lovely is her form,
She has the truest, kindest heart.

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TULLOCHGORUM.

Come gie’s a sang, Montgom’ry cries.
And lay your disputes all aside.
What nonsense it’s for folk to chide,
For what’s been done before them:

Let whig and Tory all agree,
Whig and Tory, Whig and Tory,
Whig and Tory all agree,
To drop their whigmegorum:

Let Whig and Tory all agree,
To spend this night wi’ mirth and glee,
And cheerfu’ sing alang wi’ me,
The reel of Tullochgorum.