“Ae market night, Tam had got planted unco right, Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, Wi reaming swats, that drank divinely;
And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, his ancient, trusty drouthy cronie, Tam lo’ed him like a very brither, They had been fou for weeks thigether”

‘Tam O’ Shanter’ - 1790 Robert Burns

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‘Tam O’ Shanter’ - 1790 Robert Burns