The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 87
Allister M'Allister
Allister M'Allister.
The miller, Rab, was fidgin' fain
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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,
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And eracks his thumbs and shakes his duds,
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The meal flew frae his tail in cluds,
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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.