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?4
I’m 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!8
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!12
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!16
My daddie says, gin I’ll forsake him,He’d gie me gude hunder marks ten;But, if it’s ordain’d I maun take him,O wha will I get but Tam Glen!20
Yestreen at the Valentine’s dealing,My heart to my mou’ gied a sten’;For thrice I drew ane without failing,And thrice it was written “Tam Glen”!24
The last Halloween I was waukinMy droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken,His likeness came up the house staukin,And the very grey breeks o’ Tam Glen!28
Come, counsel, dear Tittie, don’t tarry;I’ll gie ye my bonie black hen,Gif ye will advise me to marryThe lad I lo’e dearly, Tam Glen.32