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While in this weary warld o' wae.
This wilderness sae dreary, Q,
What maks me blythe, an' keeps me sae I
'Tis thee, my kind dearie, O.
Tam Glen*
TUNE—Mucking o' Geordi#£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 fallow,
In poortith I might mak a fen' ;
What care I in riches to wallow,
If I mauna marry Tam Glen ?
What care I, 8tc,
There's Lowrie, the laird o' Drummiller,
Gude day to you brute, he comes ben,
He brags an' he blaws o' his siller,
But when will he dance like Tam Glen ?
My minnie does constantly deave me,
An' bids me beware o' young men ;
They flatter, she says, to deceive me,
But wha can think sae o' Tam Glen.
They flatter, &c.