And thrice it was written, ‘Tam Glen.’
The last Halloween I was waukin' watching
My droukit sark-sleeve,[3] as ye ken; drenched chemise
His likeness cam up the house stalkin'—
And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen! trousers
Come, counsel, dear tittle, don't tarry;
I'll gie you my bonnie black hen, give
Gif ye will advise me to marry If
The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen. love