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My daddle says, gin I'll forsake him,

He’ll gi’e me guid hunder marks ten;

But if it’s ordain'd I maun tak him.

O wha will I get but Tam Glen?

Yestreen at the valentine’s dealing,

My heart to my mou gied a sten ;

For thrice I drew ane without failing,

And thrice it was written, Tam Glen.

The last Halloween I was wauking,

My droukit sark sleeve as ye ken ;

His likeaess came up the house stauking,

And the very grey breeks o’ Tam Glen.

Come counsel, dear Tittie, don’t tarry;

I'll gie ye my bonny black hen,

Gif ye will advise me to marry,

The lad I lo’e dearly, Tam Glen.

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