Original Poem
No, wha this tale o’ truth shall read,
Ilk man and mother’s son take heed;
Whene’er to drink you are inclin’d,
Or cutty-sarks run in your mind,
Think! ye may buy joys o’er dear –
Remember Tam o’ Shanter’s mare.
Translated Poem
Now, who this tale of truth shall read,
Each man, and mother’s son, take heed:
Whenever to drink you are inclined,
Or short skirts run in your mind,
Think! you may buy joys over dear:
Remember Tam o’ Shanter’s mare.
CREDITS
Game designed and created
by
Toria Cassidy & Gregor Campbell
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Puzzle 1 & 5 Image copyright: Halima Campbell
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Special thanks to
Rebecca McCallum Stapley & Dominic Cassidy