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 poortith I might mak a fen':
  What care I in riches to wallow,
  If I mauna 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 waukin
 My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken:
 His likeness cam up the house staukin,
 And the very gray breeks o' Tam Glen!
 Come counsel, dear Tittie, don't tarry;
 I'll gie ye my bonie black hen,
 Gif ye will advise me to marry
 The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen.