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O wha will I get but Tam Glen!
Yeſtreen at the valentines dealin',
My heart to my mou' gied a ſtén',
For thrice I drew ane without failin',
And thrice it was written, Tam Glen.
For thrice, &c.
The laſt halloween I was waukin'
My droukit ſark ſleeve, as ye ken,
His likeneſs cam up the houſe ſtaukin',
An' the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen
Come counſel, dear Titty, don't tarry;
I'll gi'e you my bonie black hen,
Gin ye will advise me to marry
The lad I love dearly, Tam Glen
Gin ye will, &c.
FINIS.
