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’sica brawfellow,
In poortithI might maka fen;
What care I in riches to wallow,
If I maunnamarry Tam Glen!
There’s Lowrie the Lairdo’ 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 minniedoes constantly deaveme,
And bids me beware o’ young men;
They flatter, she says, to deceive me,
But wha can think saeo’ Tam Glen!
My daddie says, ginI’ll forsake him,
He’d gie me gudehundermarks ten;
But, if it’s ordain’d I mauntake him,
O whawill I getbutTam Glen!
Yestreenat the Valentine’s dealing,
My heart to my mou’gieda sten’;
For thrice I drew anewithout failing,
And thrice it was written “Tam Glen”!
The last HalloweenI was waukin
My droukitsark-sleeve, as ye ken,
His likeness came up the house staukin,
And the very grey breekso’Tam Glen!
Come, counsel, dear Tittie, don’t tarry;
I’ll gieye my bonieblack hen,
Gifye will advise me to marry
The lad I lo’e dearly, Tam Glen.