Maggy Lauther (1824, Edinburgh)/Tam Glen

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TAM GLEN.

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 fellow,In poorith 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,'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?
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My daddie says, gin I'll forsake him,He'll gi'e me guid hunder marks ten;But if it's 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 wauking,My droukit sark sleeve as ye ken;His likeness came up the house stauking,And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen.
Come counsel, dear Tittie, don't tarry;I'll gie ye my bonny black hen,Gif ye will advise me to marry,The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen.

FINIS.

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