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8 When Catch the thief! resounds aloud; So Maggie rins, the witches follow, Wi' mony an eldritch screech and hollow! Ah, Tam! ah Tam thou'lly get the fairin, In hell they'll roast time like a herrin In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin Kate soon will be a waefu' woman! Now do thy speedy utmost Meg And win the key-stane o' the brig; There at them thou thy tail may toss, A rinnin stream they daren't 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 ettele But little wist she Maggie's mettle— Ae spring brought after maste Kate, But left behint her grey tail; The carlin caught her by the rump And left poor! Alagirie scarce a stump. Now when this the o' truth shall read, Ilk main and mother's son tak ded, Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd, Or cutty-sarks rin in your mind Think ye mayy buy the joys owve dear, Remember Tam Shanter's mare.