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. Their Groves O’ sweet Myrtle
2. The Bonnie Wee Thing
3. As Down the Burn They Took Their Way
4. Stay My Charmer
5. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water

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