saw hi shootg graith adorn&039;d,
while poters round ipatient burn&039;d,
frae uples free&039;d;
but och! he gaed and ne&039;er return&039;d!
ta san&039;s dead!
va auld a his body batters,
va the gout his ancles fetters,
va the burns ca down like waters,
an acre braid!
now ev&039;ry auld wife, greet, ctters
“ta san&039;s dead!”
owre ony a weary hag he lipit,
an&039; aye the tither shot he thupit,
till ward death behd hi jupit,
wi&039; deadly feid;
now he procis wi&039; tout o&039; trupet,
“ta san&039;s dead!”
when at his heart he felt the dagr,
he reel&039;d his wonted bottle-swagr,
but yet he drew the ortal trigr,
wi&039; weel-aid heed;
“lord, five!” he cry&039;d, an&039; owre did stagr—
ta san&039;s dead!
ilk hoary hunter ourn&039;d a brither;
ilk sportsan youth beoan&039;d a father;
yon auld gray stane, aang the heather,
arks out his head;
whare burns has wrote, rhyg blether,
“ta san&039;s dead!”
there, low he lies, stg rest;
perhaps upon his ould&039;rg breast
spitefu&039; uirfowl bigs her nest
to hatch an&039; breed:
as! nae air he&039;ll the olest!
ta san&039;s dead!
when augt ds the heather wave,
and sportsn wander by yon grave,
three volleys let his ory crave,
o&039; pouther an&039; lead,
till echo answer frae her cave,
“ta san&039;s dead!”
heav&039;n rest his saul whare&039;er he be!
is th&039; wish o&039; ony ae than :
he had a fauts, or aybe three,
yet what read?
ae cial, honest an want we:
ta san&039;s dead!
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