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Tam Glen

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 fellow, In poortith I might mak a fen': What care I in riches to wallow, If I mauna marry Tam Glen. There's Lowrie the laird o' Dumeller, 'Gude day to you brute' he comes ben: He brags and 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, He'll gie me gude hunder marks ten: But, if it's ordain'd I maun take him, O wha will I get but Tam Glen? Yestreen at the Valentine's dealing, My heart to my mou gied a sten; For thrice I drew ane without failing, And thrice it was written, Tam Glen. The last Halloween I was waukin My droukit sark-sleeve, as ya ken; His likeness cam up the house staukin, And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen! Come counsel, dear Tittie, don't Tarry; I'll gie you my bonie black hen, Gif ye will advise me to Marry The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen.


Joyce Falconer

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1788 and is read here by Joyce Falconer.

Themes for this song

marriage poverty love superstition

Selected for 29 October

To help us get into the appropriate mood for the day after tomorrow's Hallowe'en festivities here is a poem harking back to a ghostly apparition from the Bard's previous Hallowe'en.

Donny O'Rourke

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