Blue e'ed Mary/Tam Glen
TAM GLEN.
My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie,
Some counsel unto me come lend,
To anger them a’ is a pity;
But what will I do wi’ Tam Glen?
I’m thinking wi’ sic a braw fallow,
In poortith I might make a fen’;
What care I in riches to wallow,
If I maunna marry Tam Glen?
There’s Lowric the laird of Drumeller,
“Guid day to you,” bride, he comes ben:
He brags and he blaws o’ his siller,
But whan will he dance like Tam Glen?
My minny does constantly cleave 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’ll gie me guid hunder merks ten:
But, if it’s ordain’d I maun tak 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 drouket sark-sleeve, as ye ken;
His likeness came up the house stauking,
And the very grey breeks o’ Tam Glen!
Come counsel, dear Titty, don’t tarry:
I’ll gie you my bonnie black hen,
Gif ye will advise me to marry
The lad I lo’e dearly, Tam Glen.