song—tam glen
my heart is a-breaking, dear tittie,
some sel unto me e len',
to ahem 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 ird o' dumeller—
“gude day to you, brute!” he es ben:
he brags and he bws o' his siller,
but when will he dance like tam glen!
my minnie does stantly deave me,
and bids me beware o' young men;
they ftter, she says, to deceive me,
but wha 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 ahout failing,
and thrice it was written “tam glen”!
the st 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!
e, sel, dear tittie, don't tarry;
i'll gie ye my bonie bck hen,
gif ye will advise me to marry
the d i lo'e dearly, tam glen.