on tam the chapman
as tam the chapman on a day,
wi'death forgather'd by the way,
weel pleas'd, he greets a wight so famous,
and death was nae less pleas'd wi' thomas,
wha cheerfully lays down his 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 taks him hame to gie him quarters.