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Poem by Robert Burns

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?

Im thinking, wi sic a braw fellow,
	In poortith I might mak a fen;
What care I in riches to wallow,
	If I maunna marry Tam Glen!

Theres Lowrie the Laird o Dumeller
	Gude 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!

My daddie says, gin Ill forsake him,
	Hed gie me gude hunder marks ten;
But, if its ordaind 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 Halloween I was waukin
	My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken,
His likeness came up the house staukin,
	And the very grey breeks o Tam Glen!

Come, counsel, dear Tittie, dont tarry;
	Ill gie ye my bonie black hen,
Gif ye will advise me to marry
	The lad I loe dearly, Tam Glen.


Robert Burns

Robert Burns's other poems:
  1. For the Sake of Somebody
  2. Kenmures on and awa
  3. Ca the Yowes
  4. Song of Death
  5. On Lord Galloway (No Stewart art thou, Galloway...)

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