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We hail her with three cheers!
Now we ſail
With the gale,
From the Bay of Biſcay, O!
TAM GLEN.
My heart is a-breaking, dear ⟨auntie⟩;
Some counſel unto me com 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 manna marry Tam Glen?
What care I, &c.
There's Lowrie, the laird of Drummiller,
Gude day to you, brute, he comes ben,;
He brags and he blaws o' his filler,
But whan 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 fae o' Tam Glen?
They flatter, &c.
My daddie ſays, gin I'll forſake him,
He'll gie me gude hunder marks ten;
But if its ordain'd I maun take him,
