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ALLISTER M’ALLISTER.
O Allister M'Allister,
Your chanter sets us a'astir
Then to your, 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 McAllister! &c.
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 whu's,
And cracks his thumb, and shakes his duds
Thee meal flew frae his tail in cluds,
And blinded a’ their een.
O Allister M'Allister, &c.
Nicest rackle handed smiddy Jock,
A’blacken'd o er wi’ co m and smoke,
Wi' shachalin blear-e'ed Bess did yoke—
That slaverin-gabbit quean.
He shook his doublet in the wund
