Classic Poem

What merriment has taen the whigs,
I think they be gaen mad, Sir,
Wi' playing up their whiggish jigs,
Their dancin may be sad, Sir. —

Chorus

Sing heedle liltie, teedle liltie,
Andum tandum tandie;
Sing fal de dal, de dal lal lal,
Sing howdle liltie dandie. —

The Revolution principles
Has put their heads in bees, Sir;
They're a' fa'n out amang themsels,
Deil tak the first that grees, Sir. —
Sing heedle, &c.