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 heartSae tickled Death, they could na part;Sae, after viewing knives and garters,Death taks him hame to gie him quarters.
1784 · Poem
On Tam the Chapman
- Year
- 1784
- Form
- Poem
- Location
- Mossgiel
- Source
- Project Gutenberg #1279 — Poems and Songs of Robert Burns