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There at them thou thy tail may toſs, A running ſtream they dare na croſs. But ere the key-ſtane ſhe could make, The ſient a tail ſhe had to ſhake! For Nannie, far before the reſt, Hard upon noble Maggie preft And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle; But little wiſt ſhe Maggie's mettle——— Ae ſpring brought aff her maſter hale, But left behind her ain grey 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 inclin'd, Or cutty ſarks run in your mind, Think, ye may buy the joys o'er dear, Remember Tam o' Shanter's mare.

KEEN the froſty winds war blawin',
 * deep the ſna' had wreath'd the ploughs,

Watty, weary't a' day fawin
 * daunert down to Mungo Blue's.

Dyſter Jock was fitting cracky,
 * wi' Pate Tamſon o' the Hill;

'Come awa', quo Johnny, 'Watty!
 * 'haith we'ſe hae anither gill.'

Watty glad to ſee Jock Jabos,
 * and fae mony neighbours roun',

Kicket frae his ſhoon the ſna'ba's,
 * ſyne ayont the fire ſat down.

Owre a broad, wi' bannocks heapet,
 * cheeſe and ſtoups, and glaſſes ſtood;

Some war roarin, ithers ſleepit,
 * ithers quietly chew't their cude.