Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me,

And whiles ye may lightly my beauty a wee; slight

But court na anither, tho' jokin' ye be,

For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me. beguile

For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me.

TAM GLEN

My heart is a breaking, dear tittie, sister

Some counsel unto me come len',

To anger them a' is a pity;

But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?