Sic flights are far beyond her power:
To sing how Nannie lap and flang,
(A souple jade she was, and strang)
And how Tam stood like ane bewitch’d,
And thought his very een enrich’d;
Ev’n Satan glowr’d and fidg’d fu’ fain,
And hotch’t, and blew wi’ might and main;
Till first ae caper, syne anither,
Tam tint his reason a’ thegither,
And roars out, ‘Weel done, Cutty Sark!’