Song—Tam Glen

    song—tam glen
    my heart is a-breaking, dear tittie,
    some counsel unto me come len',
    to anger them a' is a pity,
    but what will i do wi' tam glen?
    i'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fellow,
    in poortith i might mak a fen;
    what care i in riches to wallow,
    if i maunna marry tam glen!
    there's lowrie the laird o' dumeller—
    “gude day to you, brute!” he comes ben:
    he brags and he blaws o' his siller,
    but when will he dance like tam glen!
    my minnie does constantly deave me,
    and bids me beware o' young men;
    they flatter, she says, to deceive me,
    but wha can think sae o' tam glen!
    my daddie says, gin i'll forsake him,
    he'd gie me gude hunder marks ten;
    but, if it's ordain'd i maun take him,
    o wha will i get but tam glen!
    yestreen at the valentine's dealing,
    my heart to my mou' gied a sten';
    for thrice i drew ane without failing,
    and thrice it was written “tam glen”!
    the last halloween i was waukin
    my droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken,
    his likeness came up the house staukin,
    and the very grey breeks o' tam glen!
    come, counsel, dear tittie, don't tarry;
    i'll gie ye my bonie black hen,
    gif ye will advise me to marry
    the lad i lo'e dearly, tam glen.