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Five tomahawks, wi' blude red-rusted ;
stack to the heft; Wi' mair o' horrible and awefu', Which ev'n to name 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 set, they cross’d, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, And cooft her duddies to the wark, And linket at it in her fark !
Now Tam, O Tam! had thae been queans, A' plump and strapping in their teens,
Their farks, instead o' creeshie flannen,
But wither'd beldams, auld and droll,
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 perish'd mony a bonnie boat, And shook baith meikle corn and bear, And kept the country-lide in fear),
Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn,
But here my Muse her wing maun cour; Sic flights are far beyond her pow'r; To fing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jade she was and strang), And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, 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 !"
As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When plundering herds affail their byke; As open pusfie'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, Wi' mony an eldritch skreech 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 foon will be a woefu' woman!
Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg,
* It is a well known fact that witches, or any evil spirits, have no power to follow a poor wight any far. ther 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 turning back,