The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 87
Allister M'Allister
Allister M'Allister.
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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.