Tam Glen

5I’m thinking, wi’ sic a braw fellow,

6 In poortith I might mak a fen;

7What care I in riches to wallow,

8 If I maunna marry Tam Glen!

9There’s Lowrie the Laird o’ Dumeller—

10 “Gude day to you, brute!” he comes ben:

11He brags and he blaws o’ his siller,

12 But when will he dance like Tam Glen!

13My minnie does constantly deave me,

14 And bids me beware o’ young men;

15They flatter, she says, to deceive me,

16 But wha can think sae o’ Tam Glen!

17My daddie says, gin I’ll forsake him,

18 He’d gie me gude hunder marks ten;

19But, if it’s ordain’d I maun take him,

20 O wha will I get but Tam Glen!

21Yestreen at the Valentine’s dealing,

22 My heart to my mou’ gied a sten’;

23For thrice I drew ane without failing,

24 And thrice it was written “Tam Glen”!

25The last Halloween I was waukin

26 My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken,

27His likeness came up the house staukin,

28 And the very grey breeks o’ Tam Glen!

29Come, counsel, dear Tittie, don’t tarry;

30 I’ll gie ye my bonie black hen,

31Gif ye will advise me to marry

32 The lad I lo’e dearly, Tam Glen.