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. Sleep’st Thou, or Wak’st Thou
2. Simmer’s a Pleasant Time
3. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face
4. The Bonnie Wee Thing
5. Castle Gordon

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