“And more of horrible and awful
Which even to name would be unlawful.”
He cannot restrain a feeling of tender pity for one of the horrible crew who had been that very night enrolled among them. He thinks of the time when she was a little innocent child.
“O little kenned thy reveren’d granny
The sack she Coft for her wee Nannie
Wi’twa pund Scots ’twas a’ her riches,
Should ever grace dance o’ witches.”
The climax is reached when Tam, carried away by his wonder at the marvelous agility displayed by the leader of the infernal gang who was arrayed in a very abbreviated under garment, cries out:
“Weel dune cutty sark
And in an instant a’was dark,”