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7 I wish this mayna be a dream,

O love the maist surprising!

Time was too precious now for talk,

This point of a' his wishes,

He wadna with set speeches bauk,

But war'd it a' on kisses.

TAM GLEN.

My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,

Some counsel unto me come len',

To anger them a' is a pity;

But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?

I'm thinking wi' sic a braw fellow,

In poorith I might mak a fen;

What care I in riches to wallow,

If I maunna marry Tam Glen?

There's Lowrie, the laird o' Drummiller,

'Guid day to you brute' he comes ben;

He brags and he blaws o' his siller,

But when will he dance like Tam Glen?

My minnie does constantly deave me,

And bids me beware o' young men;

They flatter, she says to deceive me,

But wha can think sae o' Tam Glen?