Is he south or is he north?--Igo, and ago,
Or drowned in the river Forth?--Iram, coram dago.
Is he slain by Hielan' bodies?--Igo, and ago,
And eaten like a wether haggis?--Iram, coram, dago.
Where'er he be, the Lord be near him!--Igo, and ago,
As for the deil, he daur na steer him.--Iram, coram, dago.
But please transmit th' enclosed letter,--Igo, and ago,
Which will oblige your humble debtor.--Iram, coram, dago.
So may ye hae auld stanes in store,--Igo, and ago,
The very stanes that Adam bore.--Iram, coram, dago,
So may ye get in glad possession,--Igo, and ago,
The coins o' Satan's coronation!--Iram coram dago.
Tam O' Shanter
A Tale.
"Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this Buke."
Gawin Douglas.
When chapman billies leave the street,
And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet;
As market days are wearing late,
And folk begin to tak the gate,
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
An' getting fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps and stiles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
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