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?