TAM GLEN. My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie, But what will I do wi' Tam Glen? I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fellow, There's Lowrie the laird o' Drumeller, 'Guid day to you, brute,' he comes ben: He brags and he blaws o' his siller, But when will he dance like Tam Glen? 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? My daddie says, gin I'll forsake him, Yestreen at the Valentine's dealing, The last Halloween 1 was waukin Come counsel, dear Tittie, don't tarry; Gif ye will advise me to marry The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen. MY TOCHER'S THE JEWEL. O MEIKLE thinks my luve o' my beauty, My Tocher's the jewel has charms for him. It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree; It's a' for the hiney he'll cherish the bee; My laddie's sae meikle in luve wi' the siller, He can na hae luve to spare for me. Your proffer o' luve's an airl-penny, Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood, Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree, Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread, And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae nor me. THEN GUIDWIFE COUNT THE LAWIN. GANE is the day and mirk's the night, Then guidwife count the lawin, the lawin, the lawin, Then guidwife count the lawin, and bring a coggie mair. There's wealth and ease for gentlemen, Then guidwife count, &c. My coggie is a haly pool, That heals the wounds o' care and dool; And pleasure is a wanton trout, An' ye drink it a' ye'll find him out. Then guidwife count, &c. WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE DO WI AN AULD MAN? WHAT Can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, He's always compleenin frae mornin to e'enin, He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang; He's doyl't and he's dozin, his bluid it is frozen, O, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man! He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers, My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity, I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan; I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I heart-break him, And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan. THE BONNIE WEE THING. BONNIE wee thing, cannie wee thing, Wishfully I look and languish In that bonnie face o' thine; Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty, To adore thee is my duty, Goddess o' this soul o' mine! O, FOR ANE AND TWENTY, TAM! • An O, for ane and twenty, Tam! An hey, sweet ane and twenty, Tam! I'll learn my kin a rattlin sang, An I saw ane and twenty, Tam. |