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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.
THIS IS NO MY AIN HOUSE.
This is no my ain house,
I ken by the rigging o’t;
Since with my love I’ve changed vows,
