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 guid 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 came up the house stalkin’— And the very grey breeks o’ Tam Glen! Come, counsel, dear Tittie, don’t tarry; I’ll gie you my bonnie black hen, Gif ye will advise me to marry The lad I lo’e dearly, Tam Glen. FOR THE SAKE OF SOMEBODY My heart is sair, I dare na tell, My heart is sair for somebody; I could wake a winter night, For the sake o’ somebody! Oh-hon! for somebody! Oh-hey! for somebody! I could range the world around, For the sake o’ somebody. Ye powers that smile on virtuous love, O, sweetly smile on somebody! Frae ilka danger keep him free, And send me safe my somebody. Oh-hon! for somebody! Oh-hey! for somebody! I wad do—what wad I not? For the sake o’ somebody! O, FOR ANE AN’ TWENTY, TAM! An’ O for ane an’ twenty, Tam! An’ hey, sweet ane an’ twenty, Tam! I’ll learn my kin a rattlin’ sang, An I saw ane an’ twenty, Tam. They snool me sair, and haud me down, An’ gar me look like bluntie, Tam! But three short years will soon wheel roun’, An’ then comes ane an’ twenty, Tam. A gleib o’ lan’, a claut o’ gear, Was left me by my auntie, Tam; At kith or kin I need na spier, An I saw ane and twenty, Tam. They’ll hae me wed a wealthy coof, Tho’ I mysel’ hae plenty, Tam; But hear’st thou, laddie? there’s my loof, I’m thine at ane and twenty, Tam! O, WAT YE WHA’S IN YON TOWN? O, wat ye wha’s in yon town, Ye see the e’enin sun upon? The dearest maid’s in yon town, That e’enin sun is shining on. Now haply down yon gay green shaw, She wanders by yon spreading tree: How blest ye flow’rs that round her blaw, Ye catch the glances o’ her e’e! How blest ye birds that round her sing, And welcome in the blooming year! And doubly welcome be the spring, The season to my Jeanie dear! The sun blinks blithe on yon town, And on yon bonnie braes sae green; But my delight in yon town, And dearest pleasure, is my Jean.