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Of brownys and of bogilis full is this buke	A
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Gawin Douglas	B
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When chapman billies leave the street	C
And drouthy neebors neebors meet	C
As market days are wearing late	D
An' folk begin to tak' the gate	D
While we sit bousing at the nappy	E
An' gettin' fou and unco happy	E
We think na on the lang Scots miles	F
The mosses waters slaps and stiles	F
That lie between us and our hame	G
Where sits our sulky sullen dame	G
Gathering her brows like gathering storm	G
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm	G
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This truth fand honest Tam O' Shanter	H
As he frae Ayr ae night did canter	H
Auld Ayr wham ne'er a town surpasses	I
For honest men and bonny lasses	I
O Tam hadst thou but been sae wise	I
As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice	I
She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum	G
A blethering blustering drunken blellum	G
That frae November till October	H
Ae market day thou wasna sober	H
That ilka melder wi' the miller	H
Thou sat as lang as thou had siller	H
That ev'ry naig was ca'd a shoe on	J
The smith and thee gat roaring fou on	J
That at the Lord's house ev'n on Sunday	K
Thou drank wi' Kirton Jean till Monday	E
She prophesy'd that late or soon	L
Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon	L
Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk	A
By Alloway's auld haunted kirk	A
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Ah gentle dames it gars me greet	C
To think how mony counsels sweet	C
How mony lengthen'd sage advices	I
The husband frae the wife despises	I
But to our tale Ae market night	M
Tam had got planted unco right	M
Fast by an ingle bleezing finely	E
Wi' reaming swats that drank divinely	E
And at his elbow Souter Johnny	E
His ancient trusty drouthy crony	E
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither	H
They had been fou' for weeks thegither	H
The night drave on wi' sangs an' clatter	H
And ay the ale was growing better	H
The landlady and Tam grew gracious	I
Wi' favors secret sweet and precious	I
The Souter tauld his queerest stories	I
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus	I
The storm without might rair and rustle	N
Tam did na mind the storm a whistle	N
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Care mad to see a man sae happy	E
E'en drown'd himself amang the nappy	E
As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure	H
The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure	H
Kings may be blest but Tam was glorious	I
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious	I
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But pleasures are like poppies spread	O
You seize the flow'r its bloom is shed	O
Or like the snow falls in the river	H
A moment white then melts for ever	H
Or like the borealis race	I
That flit ere you can point their place	I
Or like the rainbow's lovely form	G
Evanishing amid the storm	G
Nae man can tether time or tide	P
The hour approaches Tam maun ride	P
That hour o' night's black arch the key stane	E
That dreary hour he mounts his beast in	E
And sic a night he taks the road in	E
As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in	E
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The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last	Q
The rattling show'rs rose on the blast	Q
The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd	R
Loud deep and lang the thunder bellow'd	R
That night a child might understand	S
The de'il had business on his hand	S
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Weel mounted on his gray mare Meg	A
A better never lifted leg	A
Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire	H
Despising wind and rain and fire	H
Whiles holding fast his guid blue bonnet	T
Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet	U
Whiles glow'ring round wi' prudent cares	I
Lest bogles catch him unawares	I
Kirk Alloway was drawing nigh	V
Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry	V
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By this time he was cross the foord	U
Whare in the snaw the chapman smoor'd	U
And past the birks and meikle stane	E
Where drunken Charlie brak's neck bane	E
And thro' the whins and by the cairn	E
Where hunters fand the murder'd bairn	E
And near the thorn aboon the well	W
Where Mungo's mither hang'd hersel'	W
Before him Doon pours all his floods	I
The doubling storm roars thro' the woods	I
The lightnings flash from pole to pole	W
Near and more the thunders roll	W
When glimmering thro' the groaning trees	I
Kirk Alloway seem'd in a bleeze	I
Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing	A
And loud resounded mirth and dancing	A
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Inspiring bold John Barleycorn	E
What dangers thou canst make us scorn	E
Wi' tippenny we fear nae evil	W
Wi' usquabae we'll face the devil	W
The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle	W
Fair play he car'd nae deils a boddle	W
But Maggie stood right sair astonish'd	U
'Till by the heel and hand admonish'd	U
She ventur'd forward on the light	U
And wow Tam saw an unco sight	U
Warlocks and witches in a dance	I
Nae cotillion brent new frae France	I
But hornpipes jigs strathspeys and reels	I
Put life and mettle in their heels	I
A winnock bunker in the east	U
There sat auld Nick in shape o' beast	U
A towzie tyke black grim and large	X
To gie them music was his charge	X
He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl	W
Till roof and rafters a' did dirl	W
Coffins stood round like open presses	I
That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses	I
And by some devilish cantrip slight	U
Each in its cauld hand held a light	U
By which heroic Tam was able	W
To note upon the haly table	W
A murderer's banes in gibbet airns	I
Twa span lang wee unchristen'd bairns	I
A thief new cutted frae a rape	E
Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape	E
Five tomahawks wi' bluid red rusted	U
Five scimitars wi' murder crusted	U
A garter which a babe had strangled	U
A knife a father's throat had mangled	U
Whom his ain son o' life bereft	U
The gray hairs yet stack to the heft	U
Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu'	V
Which ev'n to name would be unlawfu'	V
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As Tammie glowr'd amaz'd and curious	I
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious	I
The piper loud and louder blew	W
The dancers quick and quicker flew	W
They reel'd they set they cross'd they cleekit	U
'Till ilka carlin swat and reekit	U
And coost her duddies to the wark	A
And linket at it in her sark	A
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Now Tam O Tam had thae been queans	I
A' plump and strapping in their teens	I
Their sarks instead o' creeshie flannen	E
Been snaw white seventeen hunder linen	E
Thir breeks o' mine my only pair	H
That ance were plush o' guid blue hair	H
I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies	I
For ae blink o' the bonnie burdies	I
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But wither'd beldams auld and droll	W
Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal	W
Lowping an' flinging on a cummock	A
I wonder didna turn thy stomach	Y
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But Tam kenn'd what was what fu' brawlie	W
There was a winsome wench and walie	W
That night enlisted in the core	H
Lang after kenn'd on Carrick shore	H
For mony a beast to dead she shot	U
And perish'd mony a bonnie boat	U
And shook baith meikle corn and bear	H
And kept the country side in fear	H
Her cutty sark o' Paisley harn	E
That while a lassie she had worn	E
In longitude tho' sorely scanty	U
It was her best and she was vauntie	U
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Ah little kenn'd the reverend grannie	E
That sark she coft for her wee Nannie	E
Wi' twa pund Scots 'twas a' her riches	I
Wad ever grac'd a dance of witches	I
But here my muse her wing maun cour	H
Sic flights are far beyond her pow'r	H
To sing how Nannie lap and flang	A
A souple jade she was and strung	A
And how Tam stood like ane bewitch'd	U
And thought his very een enrich'd	U
Even Satan glowr'd and fidg'd fu' fain	E
And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main	E
'Till first ae caper syne anither	H
Tam tint his reason a' thegither	H
And roars out Weel done Cutty sark	A
And in an instant all was dark	A
And scarcely had he Maggie rallied	U
When out the hellish legion sallied	U
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As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke	A
When plundering herds assail their byke	A
As open pussie's mortal foes	I
When pop she starts before their nose	I
As eager runs the market crowd	U
When Catch the thief resounds aloud	U
So Maggie runs the witches follow	W
Wi' mony an eldritch screech and hollow	W
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Ah Tam Ah Tam thou'll get thy fairin'	E
In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin'	E
In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin'	E
Kate soon will be a woefu' woman	E
Now do thy speedy utmost Meg	A
And win the key stane of the brig	A
There at them thou thy tail may toss	I
A running stream they darena cross	I
But ere the key stane she could make	A
The fient a tail she had to shake	A
For Nannie far before the rest	U
Hard upon noble Maggie prest	U
And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle	W
But little wist she Maggie's mettle	W
Ae spring brought off her master hale	W
But left behind her ain gray tail	W
The carlin claught her by the rump	E
And left poor Maggie scarce a stump	E
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Now wha this tale o' truth shall read	U
Ilk man and mother's son take heed	U
Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd	U
Or cutty sarks run in your mind	U
Think ye may buy the joys o'er dear	H
Remember Tam O' Shanter's mare	H