MS: 'Tam o'Shanter - A Tale'

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MS: 'Tam o'Shanter - A Tale'

6.

Whyles holding fast his gude blue bonnet,
Whyles crooning o'er an auld Scots sonnet;
Whyles glowering round wi' prudent cares,
Lest bogles catch him unawares;
Kirk-Aloway was drawing nigh,
Where ghaists & houlets nightly cry. --

By this time he was cross the ford,
Where in the snaw the chapman smoor'd;
And past the birks & meikle stane,
Where drunken Charlie brak's neck-bane;
And thro' the whins & by the cairn,
Where hunters fand the murder'd bairn;
And near the thorn, aboon the well,
Where Mungo's mither hang'd hersel. --
Before him Doon pours all his floods,
The doubling storm roars ^thro' the woods,
The lightenings flash from pole to pole,
Near & more near the thunders roll,
When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees,
Kirk-Aloway seem'd in a bleeze;
Thro'

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