MS: 'Tam o'Shanter - A Tale'

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MS: 'Tam o'Shanter - A Tale'

8.

A winnock-bunker in the east,
There Sat auld Nick in shape o' beast,
A towzie tyke, black, grim & large,
To gie them music was his charge:
He screw'd the pipes & gart them skirl,
Till roof & rafters a' did dirl. --
Coffins stood round, like open presses,
That shaw'd the Dead in their last dresses,
And (by some devilish cantraip slight)
Each in its cauld hand held a light.
By which heroic Tam was able
To note upon the haly table,
A murderer's banes, in gibbet-airns;
Twa span-lang, wee, unchristen'd bairns;
A thief new-cutted frae a rape,
Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape;
Five tomahawks wi' blude red-rusted;
Five scymitars wi' murder crusted;

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