TAM GLEN
My heart is a breaking, dear tittie, [sister]
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, [fine]
In poortith I might mak a fen'; [poverty, shift]
What care I in riches to wallow,
If I maunna marry Tam Glen? [must not]
There's Lowrie the laird o' Dumeller,
'Guid-day to you'--brute! he comes ben:
He brags and he blaws o' his siller, [money]
But when will he dance like Tam Glen?
My minnie does constantly deave me, [mother, deafen]
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, [if]
He'll gie me guid hunder marks ten: [hundred]
But, if it's ordain'd I maun take him,
O wha will I get but Tam Glen?
Yestreen at the Valentine's dealing, [Last night]
My heart to my mou gied a sten: [mouth gave a leap]
For thrice I drew ane without failing,
And thrice it was written, 'Tam Glen.'
The last Halloween I was waukin' [watching]
My droukit sark-sleeve,[3] as ye ken; [drenched chemise]
His likeness cam up the house stalkin'--
And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen! [trousers]
Come, counsel, dear tittle, don't tarry;
I'll gie you my bonnie black hen, [give]
Gif ye will advise me to marry [If]
The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen.
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