Five tomahawks, wi' blude red-rufted; The grey hairs yet ftack to the heft; As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, The mirth and fun grew faft and furious: The piper loud and louder blew ; The dancers quick and quicker flew ; They reel'd, they fet, they crofs'd, they cleekit, Till ilka carlin fwat 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 ftrapping in their teens, Their farks, instead o' creefhie flannen, Been fnaw-white feventeen hunder linnen! That ance were plush, o' gude blue hair, For ae blink o' the bonnie burdies! But wither'd beldams, auld and droll, But Tam kend what was what fu' brawlie, There was ae winfome wench and wawlie, That night enlifted in the core, (Lang after kend on Carrick fhore; For mony a beast to dead she shot, And perish'd mony a bonnie boat, And fhook baith meikle corn and bear, And kept the country-fide in fear), Her Her cutty fark, o' Paisley harn, But here my Mufe her wing maun cour; (A fouple jade fhe was and ftrang), Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, Till firft ae caper, fyne anither, And And roars out, "Weel done, Cutty-fark!" And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When, pop! she starts before their nose; Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin! In hell they'll roaft thee like a herrin ! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin! Kate foon will be a woefu' woman! Now, Now, do thy speedy utmoft, Meg, Now, 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 ftream.-It may be proper likewife to mention to the benighted traveller, that when he falls in with bogies, whatever danger may be in his going forward, there is much more hazard in turning back. |