6 4 That wee bit heap o' leaves an' stibble Has cost thee mony a weary nibble! Now haud20 you there, ye 're out o' sight, Below the fatt 'rels,21 snug and tight; Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble, Na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right But house or hald,2 To tholes the winter's sleety dribble An' cranreuch cauld! 9 Ev'n thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate, Till crush'd beneath the furrow's weight TAM O'SHANTER A TALE "Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this Buke." -GAWIN DOUGLAS. When chapman1 billies2 leave the street, An' getting fous and unco happy, This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter, 10 5 10 15 O Tam! had'st thou but been sae wise, As taen thy ain wife Kate's advice! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum,1 A bletherin,11 blusterin, drunken blellum;12 20 That frae November till October, Ae market-day thou was na sober; That ilka melder13 wi' the miller, Thou sat as lang as thou had siller; That ev'ry naig was ca'd14 a shoe on, The smith and thee gat roarin fou on; That at the Lord's house, ev 'n on Sunday, Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied that, late or soon, 25 Thou would be found, deep drown'd a Or catch'd wi' warlocks15 in the mirk,16 Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet,17 30 13 every grinding of corn 14 driven 15 wizards 16 dark 17 make me weep How mony lengthen 'd', sage advices, But to our tale:-Ae market night, Care, mad to see a man sae happy, But pleasures are like poppies spread, That flit ere you can point their place; Nae man can tether time or tide: 35 | Lest bogles catch him unawares. By this time he was cross the ford, 50 When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Thro' ilka bores the beams were glancing, That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle, 110 115 70 The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; 75 Warlocks and witches in a dance; 120 125 By which heroic Tam was able A murderer's banes in gibbet-airns; Twa span-lang, wee, unchristened bairns; 1 owls 2 smothered 3 birches + great 5 furze 85 6 heap of stones 7 blaze 8 chink 9 two-penny ale 10 whiskey 11 a small coin 12 strange 13 bright (new) 14 All Scottish dances. 15 window-seat 16 shaggy cur 17 made them shriek 18 rattle 19 magic 20 rope 155 Now, Tam, O Tam; had thae been queans,12 A' plump and strapping in their teens! Their sarks, instead o' creeshie13 flannen, Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linen!* Thir14 breeks o' mine, my only pair, That ance were plush, o' gude blue hair, I wad hae gien them aff my hurdies,15 For ae blink o' the bonie burdies! 16 But wither'd beldams, auld and. droll, Rigwoodie17 hags wad spean1s a foal, Lowping19 an' fiinging on a crummock,20 I wonder didna turn thy stomach. And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke,? 190 195 200 Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin!11 Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! But Tam ken'd what was what fu' brawlie:21 There was ae winsome wench and walie22 That night enlisted in the core23 (Lang after ken 'd on Carrick shore: For mony a beast to dead she shot, And perish'd mony a bonie boat, And shook baith meikle corn and bear,24 And kept the country-side in fear); Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn,25 That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie.26 15 hips 16 lasses 17 bony The fient13 a tail she had to shake! 170 But little wist she Maggie's mettle- Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read, 18 that would wean (by Whene 'er to drink you are inclin 'd, disgust) 19 leaping 20 staff 205 210 215 220 8 clothes 9 work 10 tripped 11 smock 12 girls 13 greasy 14 these 25 short shirt, of Paisley 5 then yarn 26 proud 6 lost 7 fuss Very fine linen, woven in a reed of 1700 divi-A pound Scots is one sions, or 46 to the inch. about forty cents. 13 devil 14 intent shilling, eight pence |