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 3 Liberty's in every blow; Forward-let us do or die.

TAM GLEN. My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie, Some counsel untame come lea'; To anger them a' is a pity, - But what will I do wi' Tain Gien? I'm thinking, wi' aie a braw fallow, In poortith I might mak a fen'; What carc I in riches to wallow, If I maunna marry Tam Glen.

There's Lowrie the laird Drummelier. Gude day to ye, brute! he comes ben; He brags an' he blaws o' his siller, But whan will he dance like Tam Glen. My minnie does constantly leave 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 gude under marks ten, But if it's ordained I man tak him O wha will I get but Tam Glen?