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REJOICE, ye birring Paitricks a'

Ye cootie Moorcocks, crufely craw;

Ye Maukins, cock your fud fu' braw,

Withoutten dread;

Your mortal Fae is now awa’

Tam Samfon's dead!

THAT WOefu' morn be ever mourn'd

Saw him in fhootin graith adorn'd,

While pointers round impatient burn'd,

Frae couples freed:

But, Och he gaed and ne'er return'd!

Tam Samfon's dead!

IN vain Auld-age his body batters;

In vain the Gout his ancles fetters;

In vain the burns cam down like waters,

An aere braid!

Now

Now ev'ry auld wife, greetin, clatters, a nor

Tam Samfon's dead!'

OwRE mony a weary hag he limpit, An' ay the tither fhot he thumpit,

Till coward Death behind him jumpit,

Wi' deadly feide;

Now he proclaims, wi' tout o' trumpet,

Tam Samfon's dead!

WHEN at his heart he felt the dagger, He reel'd his wonted bottle-fwagger,

But yet he drew the mortal trigger

Rose Wi weel' aim'a heed;

'L-d, five!' he cry'd, and owre did flagger; 1besmen dheTam Samfon's dead!

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ILK hoary Hunter mourn'd a brither;

Ilk Sportsman-youth bemoan'd a father;

VOL. I.

Yon

Yon auld gray ftane, amang the heather,

Marks out his head,

Whare Burns has wrote, in rhyming blether,

Tam Samson's dead!

WHEN Auguft winds the heather wave, And sportsmen wander by yon grave,

Three vollies let
et his mem'ry crave

O' pouther an' lead,

Till Echo answer frae her cave,

Tam Samfon's dead!

HEAV'N reft his faul, where'er he be !

Is th' wish o' mony mae than me:

He had twa fauts, or maybe three,

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Yet what remead?

Ae focial, honeft man want we :

Tam Samfon's dead!

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Tam Samson's weel-worn clay here lies,
Ye canting Zealots, fpare him!

If Honeft Worth in heaven rife,

Ye'll mend or ye win near him.

PER CONTRA,

Go, Fame, an' canter like a filly

Thro' a' the streets an neuks o' Killie**

Tell ev'ry focial, honeft billie

To cease his grievin,

For yet, unfkaith'd by Death's gleg gullie,

Tam Samson's livin!

Killie is a phrase the country-folks sometimes use for the name of a certain town in the West.

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THE following POEM will, by many Readers, be well enough understood; but, for the fake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is caft, Notes are added, to give fome account of the principal Charms and Spells of that Night, fo big with Prophecy to the Peafantry in the Weft of Scotland. The paffion of prying into Futurity makes a ftriking part of the history of Human Nature, in its rude ftate, in all ages and nations; and it may be fome. entertainment to a philofophic mind, if any fuch fhould honour the Author with a perufal, to see the remains of it, among the more unenlightened in our own.

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