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Five tomahawks, wi' blude red-rufted ;
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 fwat and reekit, And coost 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 Garrick 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-fide in fear),
Her cutty fark, o' Paisley harn,
But here my Muse her wing maun cour ; Sic flights are far beyond her pow'r; To sing 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, fyne anither, Tam tint his reason a'thegither,
And roars out, “ Weel done, Cutty-sark!"
As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke,
When plundering herds assail their byke;
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,
For Nannie, far before the rest,
noble Maggie prest,
* 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.