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Peter Reid Rock 1 
Peter Reid Rock 1 
The pale moon was rising above Balmashanner My uncle the shepherd was tending his flock My puir Auntie Jeannie was mending her peenie The pair o them sooking Peter Reid Rock. 
O it's michty fine stuff, with a michty fine flavour, An aye in the hoose I keep a guid stock; For driving awa the smell o the whusky, There's naething tae beat Peter Reid Rock. 
Fur biles corns an bunions, for pickling the onions, Fur cleaning my teeth an dying a sock, Aa ower the world, ye'll find naething better, Than a half pund o' oor Peter Reid Rock. 
Gilfillan (1962) [Sc. Ethn. Archive]. Rodger, Lang Strang (1948), 13, has st. 2; differs: 1 O omitted 2 ye shud keep 3 puitin' awa' . . . the drappie 4 There's nothing I ken like the Peter Reid Rock! 
G. notes: "Peter Reid (1803-1897) - Provost of Forfar (188083), Magistrate of the Burgh, benefactor to the town (Public Park, Reid Hall (found. stone laid in 1869) convalescent ward at the Infirmary) ran his confectionery business in Castle Street - esp. Forfar Rock or Peter Reid Rock." From the first line, the tune appears to be The Rose of Tralee. MS 
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