The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 87

Tam Glen

Tam Glen.

With expression. Words by Busks. My heart is a break-ing, dear tit - tie, 1 Some coun - sel un - to me come len'; To an-ger them a' is a pi - ty, But what will I do wi' Tam Glen? I'm think-ing wi' sic a braw fal-low, In puir-tith2 I might mak' a fen';3 What care I in rich - es to wal - low, If I maun-na mar - ry Tam Glen? Sister. Poverty. Shift.

There's Lowrie, the Laird o' Drumeller,
Gude day to you, coof, he comes ben;
He brags and he blaws o' his siller,
But when will he dance like Tam Glen?

My minnie 4 does constantly deave 5 me,
And bids me beware o' young men;
They flatter, she says, to deceive me—
But wha can think sae o' Tam Glen?

My daddie says, gin I'll forsake him
He'll gie me guid hunder merks ten;
But if it's ordained I maun tak' him,
O, wha will I get but Tam Glen?

Yestreen, at the Valentine's dealin',
My heart to my mon' gied a sten;
For thrice I drew ane without failin',
And thrice it was written—Tam Glen.

The last Hallowe'en I was waukin'
My drookit 6 sark-sleeve, as ye ken, 7
His likeness cam' up the house staukin',
And the very grey breeks 8 o' Tam Glen.

Come, counsel, dear tittle, don't tarry;
I'll gi'e ye my bonnie black hen,
Gif 9 ye will advise me to marry
The lad I lo'e dearly, Tain Glen.

4 Mother.

5 Deafen.

6 Drenched.

7 Know.

8 Trousers.

9 If.