song—tam glen
my heart is a-breaking, dear tittie,
some sel unto me e len',
to ahem 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 maunna marry tam glen!
there's lowrie the ird o' dumeller—
“gude day to you, brute!” he es ben:
he brags and he bws o' his siller,
but when will he dance like tam glen!
my minnie does stantly deave me,
and bids me beware o' young men;
they ftter, she says, to deceive m
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