The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 87

Allister M'Allister

Allister M'Allister.

Cheerfully and marked. 0 Al-lis-ter M'-Al-lis - ter, Your chan-ter sets us a' a - stir, Get out your pipes and blaw wi' birr, We'll dance the High - land fling. Now A1 - lis - ter has tun'd bis pipes, And thrang as bum - bees fe their bykes2 the 2 Spirit. 2 Lees from their blves.

lads and las - ses loup1 the dykes, And ga - ther ou the green. O A1 - lis - ter M' - Al - lis - ter, Your chan - ter seta us a1 a - stir, Then to your pipes and blaw wi' birr, We'll dance the High - land fling. Leap.

The miller, Rab, was fidgin' fain 2
To dance the Highland fling his lane,
He lap and danced wi' micht and main,
The like was never seen.
As round about the ring he whuds, 3
And eracks his thumbs and shakes his duds, 4
The meal flew frae his tail in cluds, 5
And blinded a' their e'en.
O Allister M'Allister, &c.

He shock his derblets in the wund,
His feet like hammers strack the grund,
The very moudieewarts 6 were stunn'd,
Nor ken'd what it could mean.
Now Allister has done his best,
And weary stumps are needin' rest,
Besides wi' drouth 7 they're sair distress'd,
Wi' dancin' sae, I ween.
O Allister M' Allister, &c.

2 Very anxious.

3 Bounds.

4 Clothes.

5 Clouds.

6 Moles.

7 Thirst.