MS: 'Tam o'Shanter - A Tale'

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MS: 'Tam o'Shanter - A Tale'


And how Tam stood like ane bewitch'd,
And thought his very een enrich'd;
Even Satan glowr'd, & fidg'd fu' fain,
And hotch'd, & blew wi' might & main:
Till first ae caper -- syne anither --
Tam tint his reason a' thegither,
And roars out -- "Weel done, Cutty-sark!"
And in an instant all was dark;
And scarcely had he Maggie rallied,
When out the hellish legion sallied. ----

As bees biz out wi' angry fyke,
When plundering herds assail their byke;
As open Pussie's mortal foes,
When, pop, she starts before their nose;
As eager rins the Market-croud
When, "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud;
So Maggie rins, the witches follow,
Wi' mony an eldritch shout & hollow. ---- Ah.


Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin!
In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin!
In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin!
Kate soon will be a woefu' woman!!!

Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg,
And win the key-stane o' the brig;
There, at them thou thy tail may toss;
A running stream they dare na cross!
But ere the key-stane she could make,
The fient a tail she had to shake. --
For Nannie, far before the rest,
Hard upon noble Maggie prest,
And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle,
But little wist she Maggie's mettle;
Ae spring brought off her Master hale,
But left behind her ain gray tail:

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