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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 mak a fen';
What care I in riches to wallow,
If I maunna marry Tam Glen?
There's Lowrie the laird o' Drummiller,
"Gude day to you, brute," he comes ben:
He brags and he blaws o' his siller,
But whan 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 daddy says, gin I'll forsake him,
He'll gie me gude hunder marks ten:
But if its 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 wankin
My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye keen;
His likeness cam up the house staukin,
And the very gray breeks o' Tam Glen!
Come counsel, dear Tittie, don't tarry;
I'll gie you my bonnie black hen,
Gif ye will advise me to marry
The lad I love dearly, Tam Glen.
