[Tam Glen is the title of an old Scottish song, and older air: of the former all that remains is a portion of the chorus. Burns when he wrote it sent it to the Museum.]
I.
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?
II.
I’m thinking wi’ sic a braw fellow,
In poortith I might make a fen’;
What care I in riches to wallow,
If I maunna marry Tam Glen?
III.
There’s Lowrie the laird o’ Dumeller,
“Gude day to you, brute!” he comes ben:
He brags and he blaws o’ his siller,
But when will he dance like Tam Glen?
IV.
My minnie does constantly deave me,
And bids me beware o’ young men;
They flatter, she says, to deceive me,
But wha can think so o’ Tam Glen?
V.