ten o'clock
`` Be silent ! '' said Tam , `` ye 're interruptin ' ma train o ' thochts -- what did A ' say last ? '' `` You said nothing yet , '' replied the corporal , rescuing his depleted store . `` Here it begins , '' said Tam , and started : `` At ten o'clock in the forenoon o ' a clear but wintry day , a solitary airman micht hae been seen wingin ' his lane way ameedst the solitude o ' the achin ' skies . '' '' ` Achin ' skies ' ? '' queried the stenographer dubiously . `` It 's poetry , '' said Tam .