MS: 'Tam o'Shanter - A Tale'

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MS: 'Tam o'Shanter - A Tale'


Or like the rainbow's lovely form
Evanishing amid the storm. --
Nae man can tether Time nor Tide,
The hour approaches Tam maun ride;
That hour o' night's black arch the key-stane,
That dreary hour he mounts his beast in,
And sic a night he taks the road in
As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. ----

The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last;
The rattling showers rose on the blast;
The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd;
Loud, deep & lang, the thunder bellow'd:
That night, a child might understand
The deil had business on his hand. --

Weel mounted on his grey meare, Meg,
A better never lifted leg,
Tam skelpit on thro' dub & mire,
Despising wind, and rain, & fire;

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