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Yestreen, at the Valentines dealing,
My heart to my mou‘ gied a sten!
For thrice I drew ane without failing,
And thrice it was written Tam Glen!
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 lay waking,
My droucked sark sleeve as ye ken,
His likeness came ben the house stalking,
Ay, the vera graybreeks o‘ Tam Glen!
Your counsel, dear Titty, don't tarry,
I'll gie you my bonny black hen,
If that ye'll advise me to marry
The lad I lo‘e dearly, Tam Glen.
My droucked sark sleeve as ye ken,
His likeness came ben the house stalking,
Ay, the vera graybreeks o‘ Tam Glen!
Your counsel, dear Titty, don't tarry,
I'll gie you my bonny black hen,
If that ye'll advise me to marry
The lad I lo‘e dearly, Tam Glen.
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The King’s Anthem.
Fame let thy trumpet sound,
Tell all the world around,
Great George is King.
Tell Rome, and France, and Spain,
Britannia scorns their chain;
All their vile arts are vain,
Great George is King.
Tell all the world around,
Great George is King.
Tell Rome, and France, and Spain,
Britannia scorns their chain;
All their vile arts are vain,
Great George is King.
He peace and plenty brings,
While Rome’s deluded kings
Waste and destroy:
Then let his people sing,
Long live great George our King,
From whom such blessings spring,
Freedom and joy.
While Rome’s deluded kings
Waste and destroy:
Then let his people sing,
Long live great George our King,
From whom such blessings spring,
Freedom and joy.
FINIS.
