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.