The Rose-bud ter's storms" Peggy's Charms.--" When braving angry win- The blissful Day.--" The day returns, my bosom Somebody." My heart is sair, I dare na tell" Owhistle and I'll come to you, my lad POEMS, CHIEFLY SCOTTISH. BOOK IV. HUMOROUS, SATIRICAL, EPIGRAMMATICAL, AND MISCELLANEOUS. TAM O' SHANTER, A TALE. Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke. Gawin Douglas. WHEN chapman billies leave the street, Gath'ring her brows like gath'ring storm, This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter,. O Tam! had'st thou but been sae wise, As taen thy ain wife Kate's advice! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum; That frae November till October, Ae market-day thou was na sober, That ilka melder, wi' the miller, Thou sat as lang as thou had siller; That ev'ry naig was ca'd a shoe on, The smith and thee gat roaring fou on, That at the L-d's house, ev'n on Sunday, Thou drank wi' Kirton Jean till Monday. She prophesy'd, that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, By Alloway's auld haunted kirk. Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet, To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthen'd sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises! But to our tale: Ae market night, |