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There at them thou thy tail may toss,
A rinnin 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 aff her master hale,
But left behint her ain grey tail:
The carlin caught her by the rump,
And left poor Veggie scarce a stump.
A rinnin 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 aff her master hale,
But left behint her ain grey tail:
The carlin caught her by the rump,
And left poor Veggie 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 inclin'd,
Or cutty-sarks rin in your mind,
Think ye may buy the joys owre dear,
Remember Tam o'Shanter's mare.
Ilk man and mother's son tak heed,
Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd,
Or cutty-sarks rin in your mind,
Think ye may buy the joys owre dear,
Remember Tam o'Shanter's mare.
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MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN.
A DIRGE.
When chill November's surly blast
Made fields and forests bare,
One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth
Along the banks of Ayr,
Made fields and forests bare,
One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth
Along the banks of Ayr,
mention to the benighted traveller, that when he falls in with bogles, whatever danger may be in his going forward, there is much more danger in turning back.
