The mucking o' Geordie's byre

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? -

I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fellow,

In poortith I might mak a fen':

What care I in riches to wallow,

If I mauna marry Tam Glen. -

There 's 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 I'll forsake him,

He'll gie me gude hunder 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 Halloween I was waukin

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, don't tarry;

I'll gie you my bonie black hen,

Gif ye will advise me to marry

The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen. -