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The lightenings flash from pole to pole;
Near and more near the thunders roll:
When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees,
Kirk-Alloway focmed in a bleeze;
Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing ;
And loud refounded mirth and dancing.

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thon canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi ufquabae, we'll face the devil! The swats fae ream'd in Tammie's noddle, Fair play, he card na deils a boddle. But Maggie stood right fair astonished, Till, by the heel and hand admonith'd She ventur d forward on the light ; And, vow! Tam saw. an unco fight ! Warlocks and witches in a dance ; Nae cotillion brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, ftratifpeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, There fat auld Nick, in shape o' beast; A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge: He screw'd the pipes and gart them fkirl, Till roof and rafters a' did dirl. Coffins ftood round, like open presses, That shawd the dead in their last dresses ;

And by some devilish cantraip flight
Each in his 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, unchriften'd bairns ;
A thief, new-cutted frae a rape,
Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape ;
Five tomahawks, wi' blude red-rufted ;
Five fcymitars, wi' murder crusted ;
A garter, which a babe had strangled ;
A knife, a father's throat had mangled,
Whom his ain son o'life berest,
The grey hairs yet stack to the heft;
Wimair o' horrible and awefu',
Which even to pame wad be unlawfu'.

As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious : The piper loud and louder blew; The dancers quick and quicker flew; They reel'd, they fet, they cross'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin fwat and reekit, And coft her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her fark!

Now, Tam, O Tam! had thae been queans, A' plump and - Arapping in their teens, *Their farks, instead o' creeshie flannen, Been {naw-white seventeen hunder linnen!

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Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair,
That ance were pluh, o'gude blue hair,
I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies,
For ae blink o' the bonie burdies!

But wither'd beldams, auld and droll,
Rigwoodie bags wad spean a foal,
Lowping and flinging on a crummock,
I wonder didna turn thy stomach.

But Tam kend what was what fu' brawlie,
There was ae winsome wench and wawlie,
That night enlisted in the core, ,
(Lang after kend on Carrick shore;
For mony a beast to dead she shot,
And perilh'd mony a bony boat,
And shook baith meikle corn and bear,
And kept the country-fide in fear.)
Her cutty fark, o' Paisley yarn,
That while a lassie she hae worn,
In longitude tho' sorely scanty,
It was her best, and she was vauntie.
Ah! little kend thy reverend grannie,
That fark she coft for her wee Nannie,
Wi' twa pund Scots, ('twas a' her riches),
Wad ever graced a dance of witches !

But here my muse her wing maun cour;
Sic fights are far beyond her power;
To fing how Nannie lap and flang,
(A souple jade she was and strang),

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

As bees bizz out ui' angry fyke,
When plundering herds assail their byke ;
As open pussie's mortal foes,
When, pop! she starts before their nose ;
As eager runs the market-crowd,
When - Catch the thief !” resounds aloud ;
So Maggie runs, the witches follow,

mony an eldritch kreech and hollow.

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 * of the brig ;

* It is a well known fact that witches, or any evil spirits, have no power to follow a poor wight any farther than the middle of the next running stream.--.-It may be proper likewise to mention to the benighted traveller, that when he falls in with bogles, whatever danger may be in his going forward, there is much more bazard in turcing back.

There at them thou thy tail may tofs,
A running ítream they dare na cross.
But ere the key ftane she could make,
The fient a tail Me had to shake!
For Nannie, far before the rest,
Hard upon noble Maggie prest,
And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle;
But little wist the Maggie's mettle
Ae spring brought off her mafter hale,
But left behind her ain

The carlin claught her by the rump,
And left poor Maggie scarce a stump.

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Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read,
Ilk man and mother's son, take heed :
Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd,
Or cutty-larks run in your mind,
Think ye may buy the joys o’er dear,
Remember Tam o' Shanter's mare,


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