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I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fallow,
In poortith I might mak a fen! ;
What care I In riches to wallow.
If I rnauna marry Tarn Glei\>
There's Lowrie the laird o' Drumeller, '
" Gude day to you brute," he comes bePx:
Ke brags and he blaws o' his siller,
But when will he dance like Tarn Glen?
My minnie does constantly deave me.,
And bids me beware o' yonng men ;
They flatter, she says to deceive me.
But wha can think sae o' Tam Glen ?
My daddie says, gin III forsake him,
He'll gie me guid hunder marks ten ;
But, if its ordain'd I maun take him,
O wha will I get but Tam Glen ?
Yestreen at the Valentine's dealing.
My heart to my mou gied a sten j
For thrice I drew ane without failing,
And thrice it v/as written Tam Glen.
The last Halloween I was waukin
My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken ;
His likeness cam up the house staukin,
And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen I
Come council, dear Tittle, don't tarry ;
I'll gie you my bonnle black hen,
Gif ye will advise me to marry
The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen.