MS: 'Tam o'Shanter - A Tale'

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MS: 'Tam o'Shanter - A Tale'


The Landlady & Tam grew gracious,
Wi' favors, secret, sweet & precious;
The Souter tauld his queerest stories;
The Landlord's laugh was ready chorus;
The storm without might rair & rustle,
Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. ---
Care, mad to see a man sae happy,
E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy.--
As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure,
The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure. --
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious;
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious!

But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white -- then melts for ever;
Or like the borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;

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