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Robert Burns - Tam Glen
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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.
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