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 21 The last Halloween I was wacken My drowkit sark-sleeve, as ye ken: His likeness cam' up the house stauken, And the very grey brecks o' Tam Glen, Come counsel, dear Tittie, don't tarry I'll gie you my bonny black hen, Gif ye will advise me to marry The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen.

Gloomy Winter's now awa'. GLOOMY winter's now awa' Saft the westling breezes blaw, 'Mong the birks o' Stanley shaw, The mavis sings fu' cheery, O. Sweet the craw flower's early bell, Decks Gleniffer's dewy dell, Blooming like thy bonny sell, My young, my artless dearie, O. Come, my lassie, let us stray O'er Glenkilloch's sunny brae, Blythely spend the gowden day, Midst joys that never weary, O.