AS Tam the chapman on a day, <br />Wi'Death forgather'd by the way, <br />Weel pleas'd, he greets a wight so famous, <br />And Death was nae less pleas'd wi' Thomas, <br />Wha cheerfully lays down his pack, <br />And there blaws up a hearty crack: <br />His social, friendly, honest heart <br />Sae tickled Death, they could na part; <br />Sae, after viewing knives and garters, <br />Death taks him hame to gie him quarters.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-tam-the-chapman/
