How mony lengthen 'd', sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale:-Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezin finely, Wi' reamin swats1 that drank divinely; And at his elbow, Souter2 Johnie, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony: Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither; They had been fou for weeks thegither. The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter; And ay the ale was growing better: The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' secret favours, sweet and precious: The souter tauld his queerest stories; The landlord's laugh was ready chorus; The storm without might rair and rustle, Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. 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. Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, Where ghaists and houlets1 nightly cry. By this time he was cross the ford, Whare in the snaw the chapman smoor 'd;2 40 And past the birks3 and meikle stane, Whare drucken Charlie brak's neck-bane; And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; And near the thorn, aboon the well, 45 Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel. Before him Doon pours all his floods; The doubling storm roars thro' the woods, The lightnings flash from pole to pole, Near and more near the thunders roll; 50 When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze,7 Thro' ilka bores the beams were glancing, 90 95 100 That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, A winnock-bunker15 in the east, 110 115 70 There sat Auld Nick, in shape o' beast; 120 A towzie tyke,16 black, grim, and large, To gie them music was his charge; A murderer's banes in gibbet-airns; Twa span-lang, wee, unchristened bairns; A thief, new-cutted frae the rape,20 1 owls 2 smothered 3 birches 4 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 But Tam ken 'd what was what fu' brawlie: And shook baith meikle corn and bear,24 It was her best, and she was vauntie.26 1 mouth 2 stared 3 joined hands 4 old woman 5 sweated 6 steamed 7 cast off 8 clothes 9 work 10 tripped 11 smock 15 hips 16 lasses 17 bony 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! 21 There, at them thou thy tail may toss, The fient13 a tail she had to shake! 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 12 girls 13 greasy 14 these 25 short shirt, of Paisley yarn 26 proud Very fine linen, woven in a reed of 1700 divi sions, or 46 to the inch. 7 fuss 9 the hare's 10 ghostly 12 bridge 13 devil 14 intent A pound Scots is one shilling, eight pence about forty cents. Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick 'ning green; The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar 'Twin'd amorous round the raptur'd scene: Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, Where is thy place of blissful rest? 24 that rend his MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS 32 Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow; Farewell to the straths1 and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods, Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. THE BANKS O' DOON Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon, Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, Thou minds me o' the happy days, When my fause luve was true. Thou'll break my heart, thou bonie bird, Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, AFTON WATER 16 The birth-place of valour, the country of Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, Mary Campbell, who died in 1786; Burns's "Highland Mary." braes,3 Wi' monie a vow, and lock'd embrace, O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, And closed for aye the sparkling glance 24 32 8 24 Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or Freeman fa', 16 HIGHLAND MARY Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, By your sons in servile chains! |