Tam o' Shanter A tale by Robert Burns

"So Maggie runs, the witches follow
Wi monie an eldritch skriech and hollo

Ah,Tam Ah,Tam thou'll get thy fairin
In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin'

The carlin claught her by the rump
And left poor Maggie scarce a stump

this tale (no pun intended) ends with the warning to men to beware of strapping  "winsome wenches" wearing "scanty cutty sarks" when you are "to drink incline"