The Tale of Tam O' Shanter - Official Music Video

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The Tale of Tam o’ Shanter
from the album A Shepherd’s Road

A cinematic retelling of Robert Burns’ Tam o’ Shanter, told in shadow, storm, and motion.

On a night of drink and daring, Tam rides too far, stays too long, and glimpses a world better left unseen. Witches dance, the Devil pipes, and the road home becomes a race between recklessness and survival. Only by the skin of his teeth—and the speed of Auld Meg—does Tam escape the darkness behind him.

This video follows that flight through rain and fear, across the River Doon, and into the quiet reckoning of dawn. The storm breaks. The kirk falls silent. What remains is relief, exhaustion, and the hard-earned truth carried home at walking pace.

“The devil rides, when drink clouds the mind.”

A Shepherd’s Road is a collection of songs rooted in folklore, memory, and moral tales—where old stories are walked again, not to glorify the danger, but to remember the lesson.

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LYRICS:
O Tam o’ Shanter loved a dram,
On market day he’d quench his dram,
Wi’ cronies gathered roarin’ loud,
The ale ran free, the night grew proud.
The clock struck ten, but Tam ne’er cared,
Another pint, another dared,
Till every tale grew taller still,
And every glass another fill.

At last he rose, a staggered sway,
The moon was hid, the night was grey,
His mare, auld Meg, stood patient there,
To bear him home through midnight air.
The wind was sharp, the rain did lash,
Through clarty road and puddle’s splash,
But Tam sang loud, with drunken cheer,
The storm could scarce out-roar his ear.

Past kirk and graveyard lone he sped,
Where restless spirits wail the dead,
And through the gloom a glimmer shone,
From Alloway’s auld haunted stone.
Tam drew in reins, his heart did race,
Yet stepped ahead to see the place,
And there! within, by candle’s spark,
The witches danced in hall sae dark!

Round and round in whirling flight,
They reeled and capered through the night,
The Devil played the pipes wi’ glee,
A wilder reel you’d never see!
And there, among that devil’s flock,
A lass in short skirt cut the shock —
Her sark was scant, her beauty bared,
Tam’s drunken heart was quickly snared!

Ride, Tam, ride, the night’s in flame,
The hounds of hell are on your name,
The witches screech, the Devil’s near,
Your only hope’s the Doon Bridge clear!

Hoof on road, the mud was flying,
Rain like spears and wind was crying,
Meg’s heart drummed and Tam leaned low,
Through the dark they dared to go.
Closer still the witches screamed,
Claws outstretched, their red eyes gleamed,
Bridge ahead! The Doon’s black sweep —
One last leap, one desperate leap!

Up she sprang! The arch they cleared,
A hand near caught the tail she reared,
But only hair was left behind,
While Tam laughed loud, half out his mind.
So mind, my friends, if drink you take,
Beware the road by haunted stake,
And keep your mare both fleet and stark,
Or rue the cry — Weel done, Cutty-sark!

O Meg, my lass, we’ve won the night,
The Doon now guards us from their sight,
The storm still moans, but danger’s passed,
We’re homeward bound and safe at last.
My heart still pounds, my head still reels,
From witches’ dance and pounding heels,
Yet in the tale the truth we find —
The Devil rides when drink blinds the mind.

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