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?
Im 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!
Theres Lowrie the Laird o Dumeller
Gude 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 Ill forsake him,
Hed gie me gude hunder marks ten;
But, if its ordaind 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 waukin
My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken,
His likeness came up the house staukin,
And the very grey breeks o Tam Glen!
Come, counsel, dear Tittie, dont tarry;
Ill gie ye my bonie black hen,
Gif ye will advise me to marry
The lad I loe dearly, Tam Glen.
