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But Tam kend what was what fu' brawlic,
There was ae winsome wench and walie,
That night enlisted in the core,
(Lang after kend on Carrick shore ;
For mony a beast to dead she shot,
And perished mony a bonie boat,
And shook baith meikle corn and bear?,
And kept the country-side in fear,)
Her cutty? sark, o' Paisley harn',
That, while a lassie, she had worn,
In longitude tho' sorely scanty,
It was her best, and she was vauntie. -
Ah ! little kend thy reverend grannie,
That sark 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 flights are far beyond her power ;
To sing how Nannie lap and flang
(A souple jade she was, and strang),
And how Tam stood, like ane bewitched,
And thought his very een enriched ;
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 6 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 bizz 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 runs the market-crowd,
When 'Catch the thief!' resounds aloud ;
So Maggie runs, the witches follow,
Wi' monie an eldritch skreech and hollow.


2 s'ort.


Very bustle


coarse linen.


I then

6 lost.

8 bive.

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;
There at them hou thy tail may toss,
A running stream they darena 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 :
The carlin claught her by the rump,
And left poor Maggie scarce a stump.

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

Tune—The Caledonian Hunt's delight.'
Ye banks and braes o' bonie Doon,

How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair !
How can ye chant, ye little birds,

And I sae weary fu' o' care !

1 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 hazard in turning back.-R. B.

2 deuce (fiend).

s aim.

Thou 'lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,

That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn : Thou minds me o departed joys,

Departed-never to return.

Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon,

To see the rose and woodbine twine ;
And ilka bird sang o’ its luve,

And fondly sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,

Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree ;
And my fause luver staw my rose,

But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.


Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae farewell, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge theel
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thet.
Who shall say that fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me ;
Dark despair around benights me.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
Naething could resist my Nancy;
But to see her, was to love her ;
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met-or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted!

Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest !
Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest I
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure.

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Ae fond kiss, and then we sever ;
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge that
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage ther.


Tune-Katharine Ogie.'

Ye banks, and braes, and streams around

The castle o' Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,

Your waters never drumlie?!
There simmer first unfauld her robes,

And there the langest tarry ;
For there I took the last fareweel

O’ my sweet Highland Mary.

How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk,

How rich the hawthorn's blossom,
As underneath their fragrant shade

I clasped her to my bosom !
The golden hours, on angel wings,

Flew o'er me and my dearie ;
For dear to me, as light and life,

Was my sweet Highland Mary.

Wi' monie a vow, and locked embrace,

Our parting was fu' tender ;
And, pledging aft to meet again,

We tore oursels asunder ;
But oh! sell death's untimely frost,

That nipt my flower sae early !
Now green 's the sod, and cauld's the clay

That wraps my Highland Mary!



O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,

I aft hae kissed sae fondly!
And closed for ay the sparkling glance,

Thai dwelt on me sae kindly !
And mould'ring now in silent dust,

That heart that lo'ed me dearly !
But still within my bosom's core

Shall live my Highland Mary.


Duncan Gray came here to woo,

Ha, ha, the wooing o't,
On blythe yule night when we were fou,

Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Maggie coost her head fu' high,
Looked asklent and unco skeigh",
Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh" ;

Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Duncan fleeched“, and Duncan prayed ;

Ha, ha, &c.
Meg was deaf as Ailsa Craig,

Ha, ha, &c.
Duncan sighed baith out and in,
Grat his een baith bleer't and blin',
Spak o' lowpin o'er a linn;

Ha, ha, &c.
Time and chance are but a tide,

Ha, ha, &c.
Slighted love is sair to bide,

Ha, ha, &c.
Shall I, like a fool, quoth he,
For a haughty hizzie die?
She may gae to-France for me!

Ha, ha, &c.

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