The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill With biography, illustrations, and music |
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THE HIGHLANDER'S INVITATION.
Will you come to the board I 've prepared for you?
Your drink shall be good, of the true Highland blue.
Will you, Donald, will you, Callum, come to the board?
There each shall be great as her own native lord.
Your drink shall be good, of the true Highland blue.
Will you, Donald, will you, Callum, come to the board?
There each shall be great as her own native lord.
There'll be plenty of pipe, and a glorious supply
Of the good sneesh-te-bacht, and the fine cut-and-dry.
Will you, Donald, will you, Callum, come then at e'en?
There be some for the stranger, but more for the frien'.
Of the good sneesh-te-bacht, and the fine cut-and-dry.
Will you, Donald, will you, Callum, come then at e'en?
There be some for the stranger, but more for the frien'.
There we 'll drink foggy care to his gloomy abodes,
And we 'll smoke till we sit in the clouds like the gods.
Will you, Donald, will you, Callum, won't you do so?
'Tis the way that our forefathers did long ago.
And we 'll smoke till we sit in the clouds like the gods.
Will you, Donald, will you, Callum, won't you do so?
'Tis the way that our forefathers did long ago.
And we 'll drink to the Cameron, we 'll drink to Lochiel,
And, for Charlie, we 'll drink all the French to the de'il.
Will you, Donald, will you, Callum, drink there until
There be heads lie like peats, if hersel' had her will!
And, for Charlie, we 'll drink all the French to the de'il.
Will you, Donald, will you, Callum, drink there until
There be heads lie like peats, if hersel' had her will!
There be groats on the land, there be fish in the sea,
And there 's fouth in the coggie for friendship and me.
Come then, Donald, come then, Callum, come then to-night,
Sure the Highlander be first in the fuddle and the fight.
And there 's fouth in the coggie for friendship and me.
Come then, Donald, come then, Callum, come then to-night,
Sure the Highlander be first in the fuddle and the fight.
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