As Tam the chapmanon a day,
Wi’Death forgather’d bythe way,
Weelpleas’d, he greets a wightso famous,
And Death was naeless pleas’d wi’Thomas,
Whacheerfully lays down his pack,
And there blaws up a hearty crack:
His social, friendly, honest heart
Saetickled Death, they could napart;
Sae, after viewing knives and garters,
Death taks him hameto giehim quarters.
