thou drank wi' kirktoill monday,
she prophesied that te or soon,
thou wad 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 mony sels sweet,
how mohen'd, sage advices,
the husband frae the wife despises!
but to our tale: ae market night,
tam had got pnted uncht,
fast by an ingle, bleezing finely,
wi reaming saats, that drank divinely;
and at his elbow, souter johnie,
his a, trusty, drougthy y:
tam lo'ed him like
Tam O Shanter(3/16)