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In vain thy KATE awaits thy coming!
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 running stream they dare na cross;
But ere the key-stane she could make,
The fient a tail she had to shake!
For Nanny, far before the rest,
Hard upon noble Maggie prest,
And flew at Tam wi’ furious ettle,
But little kend 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.—
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 running stream they dare na cross;
But ere the key-stane she could make,
The fient a tail she had to shake!
For Nanny, far before the rest,
Hard upon noble Maggie prest,
And flew at Tam wi’ furious ettle,
But little kend 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 take heed:
Whene’er to drink you are inclin’d,
Or Cutty Sarks rin in your mind,
Think,—ye may buy the joys o’er dear:
Remember Tam o' Shanter's Mare.
Ilk man and mother’s son take heed:
Whene’er to drink you are inclin’d,
Or Cutty Sarks rin in your mind,
Think,—ye may buy the joys o’er dear:
Remember Tam o' Shanter's Mare.
