The little girl in the red tam was worth ten of me.

Her mackintosh has gone, father, and her red tam-o'-shanter, and her snow-shoes.

But my lady of the red tam-o'-shanter was not a creature of illusions.

I turned to stand face to face with the girl in the red tam-o'-shanter.

I suppose you haven't got a red tam o' shanter?

That young devil in the red tam isn't dead.

The maid in the red tam-o'-shanter continued silent.

And these golden bubbles (O girl of the red tam-o'-shanter!

And why do you wear that red tam-o'-shanter?

I'll wear my new red tam.

She wore a bright red tam-o'-shanter cap on her yellow hair, and her blue eyes sparkled like sapphires.

I wore a short tweed skirt, brown stockings-myankles were, and are, good-acalico blouse, and a red tam-o'-shanter.

She put the red tam on her brown hair, tucking up the loose strands, in front of the glass, as she spoke.

The panic swept past them, leaving only a long-legged child in a red tam, and a sad-faced elderly man in its wake.

The red tam-o'-shanter seemed at last to merge in the red sky, and I turned to my canoe and paddled cheerlessly home.

The red tam-o'-shanter that I had associated with her youth and beauty was tilted rakishly on one side of her pretty head.