Poems and Songs of Robert Burns

  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.