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.
More verses by Robert Burns
- Sweet Afton
- Election Ballad At Close Of Contest For Representing The Dumfries Burghs, 1790
- Death And Dr. Hornbook
- 152. Extempore In The Court Of Session
- Poem On Pastoral Poetry