The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/Tam Glen
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TAM GLEN.
TUNE—'THE MUCKING O' GEORDIE'S BYRE.'
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 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' Dumeller,'Guid-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'll gie me guid hunder marks ten:But, if it's ordain'd I maun take him,O wha will I get but Tam Glen?
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.
The last Halloween I was waukinMy droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken;His likeness cam up the house staukin—And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen!
Come counsel, dear Tittie, don't tarry;I'll gie you my bonie black hen,Gif ye will advise me to marryThe lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen.