vain thy kate awaits thy in!
kate soon will be a woefu' woman!
now, do thy speedy-utmost, meg,
and win the key-stone o' the brig;
there, at them thou thy tail may toss,
a running stream they dare na cross.
but ere the keystane 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 ettle;
but little wist she maggie's mettle!
ae spring brought off her master hale,
but left behind her aiail:
the carlin cught her by the rump,
a pgie scarce a stump
Tam O Shanter(15/16)