MS: 'Tam o'Shanter - A Tale'

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MS: 'Tam o'Shanter - A Tale'


Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. ----

This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter,
As he frae Ayr ae night did canter,
(Auld Ayr wham ne'er a town surpasses
For honest men & bonie lasses. --)

O Tam! hadst thou but been sae wise
As taen thy ain wife Kate's advice!
She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum,
A bletherin, blusterin, drunken blellum;
That, frae November till October,
Ae market-day thou was na sober;
That ilka melder wi' the Miller,
Thou sat as lang as thou had siller;
That every naig was ca'd a shoe on,
The Smith & thee gat roarin fou on;
That at the L--d's house even on Sunday,
Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday. --

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