on tam the chapman

  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.