Coffins stood round like open presses,
That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses;
And by some devilish cantraip sleight magic trick
Each in its cauld hand held a light,
By which heroic Tam was able
To note upon the haly table holy
A murderer's banes in gibbet-airns; -irons
Twa span-lang, wee, unchristen'd bairns;
A thief new-cutted frae the rape—
Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape;