l,
when, glimmering thro' the groaning trees,
kirk-alloway seem'd in a bleeze,
thro' ilka bore the beams were gng,
and loud resounded mirth and dang.
inspiring bold john barley!
what dahou st make us s!
wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;
wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!
the swats sae ream'd in tammie's noddle,
fair py, he car'd na deils a boddle,
but maggie stoht sair astonish'd,
till, by the heel and hand admonish'd,
she ventur'd forward on the light;
and, wow! tam saw an unco sight!
warlo
Tam O Shanter(8/16)