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| 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? | |
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| I’m thinking, wi’ sic a braw fellow, | 5 |
| In poortith I might mak a fen; | |
| What care I in riches to wallow, | |
| If I maunna marry Tam Glen! | |
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| There’s Lowrie the Laird o’ Dumeller— | |
| “Gude day to you, brute!” he comes ben: | 10 |
| He brags and he blaws o’ his siller, | |
| But when will he dance like Tam Glen! | |
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| My minnie does constantly deave me, | |
| And bids me beware o’ young men; | |
| They flatter, she says, to deceive me, | 15 |
| But wha can think sae o’ Tam Glen! | |
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| 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! | 20 |
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| 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”! | |
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| The last Halloween I was waukin | 25 |
| My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken, | |
| His likeness came up the house staukin, | |
| And the very grey breeks o’ Tam Glen! | |
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| Come, counsel, dear Tittie, don’t tarry; | |
| I’ll gie ye my bonie black hen, | 30 |
| Gif ye will advise me to marry | |
| The lad I lo’e dearly, Tam Glen. | |
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