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Quote #69
That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane.
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Nae man can tether time or tide.
Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!
But pleasures are like poppies spread- You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river- A moment white-then me…
As Tammie glow'red, amazed, and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn, That while a lassie she had worn, In longitude tho' sorely scanty, It was her best, and she was vauntie.
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony: Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither- They had been fou for weeks thegither.
'Weel done, Cutty Sark!'
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