Poem by Robert Burns

Tam the Chapman

As Tam the Chapman on a day
Wi’ Death forgather’d by the way,
Weel pleas’d, he greets a wight sae famous,
And Death was nae less pleased wi’ Thomas,
Wha cheerfully lays down the pack,
And there blaws up a hearty crack;
His social, friendly, honest heart,
Sae tickled Death they could na part:
Sae after viewing knives and garters,
Death takes him hame to gie him quarters

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Stay My Charmer
5. On a Bank of Flowers

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