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. Fairest Maid on Devon Banks
2. The Highland Lassie
3. Weary Fa’ You, Duncan Gray
4. Farewell to Ballochmyle
5. Lines Written under the Picture of Miss Burns

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