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MY BOY TAMMY.
W HAR hae ye been a’ day, my boy
Tammy P
I’ve been by burn and flow’ry brae,
Meadow green and mountain grey,
Courting o’ this young thing
Juft come frae her mammy.
And whar gat ye that young tiling, my
boy Tammy ?
I gat her down in yonder how,
Smiling on a broomy know,
Herding ae wee lamb and ewe
For her poor mammy.
What faid ye to the bonny bairn, my
boy Tammy P
I prais’d her een fo lovely blue,
Her dimpled cheek, and cherry mou,
I pree’d it aft as ye may trou;—
She faid, “ Ihe’d tell her mammy.”
I held her to my beating heart,
My young, my fmiling lammy !
I hae a houfe—it coft me dear.
I’ve walth o’ plenifhan and geer ;
Ye'fe get it a’ war’tten times mair,
Gin ye will leave your mammy.
The fmile gaed aff her bonny face,—
“ I maun nae leave my mammy ;
“ She’s gi’en me meat, fhe’sgi’en me claife,

She’s been my comfort a’ my days,
“ My father’s death brought mony waes,
“ I canna leave my mammy.
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Well tak her hame and mak her fain,
“ My ain kind-hearted lammy ;
“ Well gie her meat, well gie her claifc,
“ Well be her comfort a’ her days.”
The wee thing gies her hand, and fays,
“ There, gang and alk my mammy!”
Has fhe been to the kirk with thee, my boy Tammy ?
She has been to the kirk wi’ me.
And the tear was in her ee ;
But, oh! fhe’s but a young thing
Juft come frae her mammy.

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