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, 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,
  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 Valentines' 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 ye 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,
Gin ye will advise me to marry
  The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen. -