Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1902-03-14

To note upon the haly table,
A murderer's banes in gibbet Arms;
iva span-lang, wee, unchrsten'd bairns
A thief, new-cutted frae the rape,
WI his last gasp his CAB did cape;
Five tomahawks wi bude red rusted
Five scymitars, wi murder crusted:
garter, which a babe had strangled,
A knife, fathers throat had mangled
Whom his ain son O life bereft,
The gray hairs yet stack to the heft;
WI mar O. horrible and awful,
Which ev'n to name wad be unlawful.
As Tamme gowr'd, amaz'd and curious,
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious:
The piper loud and louder blew;
The dancers quick and quicker flew;
They reeld they set they crossd, they cleekit,
Till ilka carlin swat and reekit,
And coost her duddes to the wark,
And linket at it in her sark
Now Tam, O Tam had thae been Queans,
A plump and strapping in their teens;
Their sarks, instead O. creeshie hannen,
Been snaw-white seventeen hunder LINEN
Thir breeks O. mine, my only pair,
That once were plush O guide blue hair,
l wad haze glen them off my hurdles,
For ae blink O the bonnie hurdles
But wither'd beldams aud and drol
Rgwooddie hays wad spean foal,
Lowpng and hinging on a crummock,
l wonder ddna turn thy stomach.
But Tam kend what was what fu' brawlie,
There was ae winsome wench and walie
That night enlisted in the core,
(Lang after kend on Carrick shore
For mony a beast to dead she shot,
And perishd mony bonnie boat,
And shook bath meikle corn and bear,
And kept the countryside in fear,)
Her Guilty sark, O Paisley harm,
That while assie she had worn,
In longitude tho sorely scanty,
1t was her best, and she was vauntie.-
All little kend thy reverend grannie,
That sark she colt for her wee Mamie,
WI twa pund Scots Ctwas a her riches),
Wad ever gracd dance of witches
But here my muse her wing maun cOur;
Sic flights are far beyond her pOw'r;
To sing how Mamie lap and fang
CA soupe jade she was, and strange
And how Tam STOOD like ane bewitch'd,
And thought his very cen enrichd
Even Satan glowerd and idg'd fu' iain,
And hotchd and blew wi might and main:
Till first ae caper syne anither,
Tam tint his reason a thegither,
And roars out, "Weel done, Cuttysark !"
And in an instant all was dark
And scarcely had he Maggie rallied,
When out the hellish legion sailed.
As bees biz out wi angry fyke,
When pundering herds assail their Dyke;
As open pussie's mortal foes
When, pop she starts before their nose;
AS eager runs the market crowd,
When, Catch the thief " resounds aloud;
So Maggie runs, the witches follow,
WI monte an edritch skreech and hollow.
Ah Tam ah, Tam thoul get thy fairn
In hell they'll roast thee like herrin
In vain thy Kate awaits thy comm
Kate soon will be a woefu' woman
Now, do thy speedy utmost Meg,
And win the key-stane of the brig;
There at them thou thy tail may toss,
A running stream they darena cross.
But ere the key-stane she could make,
The fient tail she had to shake
For Mamie, far before. the rest,
Hard upon noble Maggie prest,
And flew at Tam wi furious ette;
But little visit she Maggie's mettle-
Ae spring brought off her master hale,
But left behind her ain gray tail:
The carlin caught her by the rump,
And left poor Maggie scarce stump.
Now, wha this tale O. truth shall read,
Xix man and mothers son, take heed;
Whene'er to drink you are nclin'd,
Or cutty-sarks run in your mind,
Think we may buy the joys DER dear,
Remember Tam O. Shanters mare.
Job Work done at the Register. Reaso