Tam O'Shanter Story Poems 3 Main Poetry Index

Now here is a story - take heed my good friend -

Of a farmer whose life seemed most certain to end

    At the hands of a witch in a white *cutty sark

    And a warning to those lingering late after dark!


Tam O’Shanter, a farmer, of Scottish renown,

Was travelling home from a neighbouring town,

    When he entered an inn for a tankard of ale

    And here was the start of a bloodcurdling tale.


Much later than usual he bid them adieu

But what then befell him is thought to be true.

    He left in the dark on his trusty old mare

    And travelled along without caution or care.


The dark road was lonely as onwards they wound

But, through the chill air, came a curious sound.

    In Kirk Alloway graveyard, lights blazed in the night

    On some witches and warlocks – a hideous sight!


A bonfire was blazing - flames flickered and curled.

In their feverish frenzy they swirled and they twirled

    But Tam then saw the devil take on human form

    As wilder and wilder their dance they performed.


Tam noticed a young witch outlined in the dark

Who was dancing and dressed in a white *cutty sark.

    This spellbinding beauty soon captured his heart

    As voluptuous movements quite set her apart.

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By Josie Whitehead

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