song—tam glen

my heart is a-breaking, dear tittie,

some counsel unto me e len',

to anger them a' is a pity,

but what will i do wi' tam glen?

i'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fellow,

in poortith i might mak a fen;

what care i in riches to wallow,

if i maunna marry tam glen!

there's lowrie theird o' dumeller—

“gude day to you, brute!” he es ben:

he brags and he ws 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 tter, she says, to deceive me,

but wha can think sae o' tam glen!