song—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 maunna marry tam glen!
  there's lowrie the laird o' dumeller—
  “gude 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,
  he'd 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 ye ken,
  his likeness came up the house staukin,
  and the very grey breeks o' tam glen!
  come, counsel, dear tittie, don't tarry;
  i'll gie ye my bonie black hen,
  gif ye will advise me to marry
  the lad i lo'e dearly, tam glen.