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 My daddy says, gin I'll forsake him,

he'll gie me gude hunder marks ten;

But if it's ordain'd I maun tak him,

O wha will I get but Tam Glen?

Yestreen at the valentines dealin',

my heart to my mou' gied a sten,

for thrice I drew ane without failin',

and thrice it was written, Tam Glen.

The last Hallowe'en I was wauking

my droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken,

His likeness cam up the house staukin,

and the very grey breeks o’ Tam Glen.

Come counsel dear tittie, dont tarry;

I'll gie you a bonny black hen,

Gin ye will advise me to marry

the lad I loe dearly, Tam Glen,





thee, Eliza, I must go,

and from my native shore;

The cruel fates between us throw,

a boundless oceans roar;