Nae man can tether time or tide: As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 't wad blawn its last; The rattling show'rs rose on the blast; The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd; 75 Loud, deep, and lang the thunder bellow'd: That night, a child might understand, The Deil had business on his hand. 10 me greet," 35 Fast by an ingle,12 bleezin finely, Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, Wi' reamin swats 13 that drank divinely; And at his elbow, Souter Johnie, Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry. 40 But to our tale: Tam had got planted unco right, His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony: By this time he was cross the ford, Whare in the snaw the chapman smoor'd;" 7 And past the birks and meikle stane, 9 90 45 50 17 55 Whare drucken Charlie brak's neck-bane; °. 95 100 Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy: As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure; Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! |