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• The landlord's laugh was ready chorus. -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Tam o' Shante
• Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Tam o' Shante...
• The landlady and Tam grew gracious Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Tam o' Shante...
• That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane. -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Tam o' Shante
• As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Tam o' Shante...
• Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn!
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Tam o' Shante...
• His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither,-- They had been fou for weeks thegither.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Tam o' Shante...
• But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed
  Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever....
• Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Tam o' Shante...