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

The list Hallowe'en I was waukin My drookit sank sleeve; as ye ken; His likeness cam up the house staukin, In the very grey breeks o' Tom Glen. Come counsel, dear tittie, dont tarry, I'll gie' ye my bonny black hen, Gif ye will advise me to marry The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen.

THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER. 'Tis the last rose of summer left bloom. ing alone, All its lovely companions are faded and gone; No flow'r of its kindred, no rose-bud is Yo reflect back its blushes, or heave nigh, I'll not leave thee, thou lone one to pine on the stem,