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?
VI.
Yestreen at the Valentine’s dealing,
My heart to my mou’ gied a sten;
For thrice I drew ane without failing,
And thrice it was written—Tam Glen.
VII.
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!
VIII.
Come counsel, dear Tittie! don’t tarry—
I’ll gie you my bonnie black hen,
Gif ye will advise me to marry
The lad that I lo’e dearly, Tam Glen.