egither,
and roars out, “weel done, cutty-sark!”
and in an instant all was dark:
and scarcely had he maggie rallied.
when out the hellish legion sallied.
as bees bizz out wi' angry fyke,
when plundering herds assail their byke;
as open pussie's mortal foes,
when, pop! she starts before their nose;
as eager runs the market-crowd,
when “catch the thief!” resounds aloud;
so maggie runs, the witches follow,
wi' mony an eldritch skreid hollow.
ah, tam! ah, tam! thou'll get thy fairin!
in hell, they'll roast thee like a herrin!
in
Tam O Shanter(14/16)