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 For thrice I drew ane without failin',

And thrice it was written 'Tam Glen!'

The last Hallowe'en I was waukin

My drookit sark-sleeve, as ye ken,

His likeness cam up the house staukin,

An' the very grey breek o' Tam 'Glen!

Come counsel, dear Tittie; dont tarry;

I’ll gie you my bonnie black hen,

Gif ye Will advise me to marry

The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen. 



It was Dunois the young and brave, was bound for Palestine,

But first he made his orisons before Saint Mary shrine:

'And grant, immortal Queen of Heaven; was still the soldier's prayer,

'That I may prove the bravest knight, and love the fairest fair.'

His oath of honour on the shrine he graved it with his sword,

And follow'd to the Holy Land the banner of his Lord;