But deep this truth impress'd my mind THE GLOOMY NIGHT IS GATHERING FAST [Publ. 1786] TUNE: Roslin Castle I THE gloomy night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild inconstant blast; You murky cloud is filled with rain, I see it driving o'er the plain; TAM O' SHANTER A TALE [Publ. 1791] Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this Buke. Alloway Kirk was originally the church of the quoad civilia parish of Alloway; but this parish having been annexed to that of Ayr in 1690, the church fell more or less to ruin, and when Burns wrote had been roofless for half a century. WHEN chapman billies leave the street, 21 O Tam, had'st thou but been sae wise, As taen thy ain wife Kate's advice! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum; That frae November till October, Ae market-day thou was nae sober; That ilka melder wi' the miller, Thou sat as lang as thou had siller; That ev'ry naig was ca'd a shoe on, The smith and thee gat roaring fou on; That at the Lord's house, even on Sunday, Thon drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday. She prophesied, that, late or soon, Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon, Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk By Alloway's auld, haunted kirk. Ah! gentle dames, it gars me greet, To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthen'd, sage advices' The husband frac the wife despises ! But to our tale: Ae market-night, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, 31 Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely; 40 Care, mad to see a man sae happy, E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy. As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire, 91 By this time he was cross the ford, Whare in the snaw the chapman smoor'd; And past the birks and meikle stane, Whare drunken Charlie brak 's neck-bane; And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; And near the thorn, aboon the well, Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel. Before him Doon pours all his floods; The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; The lightnings flash from pole to pole; Near and more near the thunders roll: When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze, Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing, And loud resounded mirth and dancing. 100 Warlocks and witches in a dance: Nae cotillion, brent new frae France, But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels, Put life and mettle in their heels. A winnock-bunker in the east, 130 There sat Auld Nick, in shape o' beast; 120 140 180 But here my Muse her wing maun cour, Sic flights are far beyond her power: To sing how Nannie lap and flang (A souple jad she was and strang), And how Tam stood like ane bewitch'd, And thought his very een enrich'd; Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, And hotch'd and blew wi' might and wain; Till first ae caper, syne auither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out: "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When, pop! she starts before their nose; 190 When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud: Ah, Tam! ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin! In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin! Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read, 210 220 Holy Willie was a rather oldish bachelor elder, in the parish of Mauchline, and much and justly famed for that polemical chattering which ends in tippling orthodoxy, and for that spiritualized bawdry which refines to liquorish devotion. In a sessional process with a gentleman in Mauchline-a Mr. Gavin HamiltonHoly Willie and his priest, Father Auld, after full hearing in the Presbytery of Ayr, came off but second best, owing partly to the oratorical powers of Mr. Robert Aiken, Mr. Hamilton's counsel; but chiefly to Mr. Hamilton's being one of the most irreproachable and truly respectable characters in the country. On losing his process, the muse overheard him at his devotions, as follows." VIII Besides, I farther maun avow — IX Maybe Thou lets this fleshly thorn If sae, Thy han' maun e'en be borne Until Thou lift it. 30 40 |