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  They flatter, she says, to deceive me;
 * But wha can think sae o’ Tam Glen?

My daddie says, gin I’ll forsake him,
 * He’ll gie me good hundred marks ten;

But if it’s ordain’d I maun take him,
 * O wha will I get but Tam Glen?

Yestreen at the valentines 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 hallowe’en I was waukin’,
 * My droukit sark-sleeve, as you ken,

His likeness cam up the house staukin’,
 * And the very grey breeks o’ Tam Glen.

Come counsel, dear tittie, don’t tarry;
 * I’ll gie you my bonnie black hen,

Gif you will advise me to marry
 * The lad I loo dearly, Tam Glen.

How sweet to recline on the bosom we love,
 * And breathe all our cares in her innocent ear,

And when the soft passion her kind heart doth move,
 * How precious now glisters the soft falling tear: