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 We hail her with three cheers!

Now we ſail

With the gale,

From the Bay of Biſcay, O!

y heart is a-breaking, dear ;

Some counſel unto me com len'

To anger them a' is a pity,

But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?

I'm thinking, wi' ſic a braw fallow,

In poortith I might mak a fen;

What care I in riches to wallow,

If I manna marry Tam Glen?

What care I, &c.

There's Lowrie, the laird of Drummiller,

Gude day to you, brute, he comes ben,;

He brags and he blaws o' his filler,

But whan will he dance like Tam Glen?

My minnie does conſtantly deave me

An' bids me beware o' young men;

They flatter, ſhe ſays, to deceive me,

But wha can think fae o' Tam Glen?

They flatter, &c.

My daddie ſays, gin I'll forſake him,

He'll gie me gude hunder marks ten;

But if its ordain'd I maun take him,