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The Song Book 169
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 grey breeks o' Tam Glen !
Come counsel, dear Tittie, don't tarry ;
I'll gie you my bonie black hen, Gif ye will advise me to marry
The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen.
Words by Burns
Tune Tarn Glen. |
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