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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

John Anderson, my joe, John, ye were my first conceit, And ye need na think it strange, John, tho' I ca' ye trim

and neat; Tho' some folk say ye’re auld, John, I never think ye so, But I think ye’re ay the same to me, John' Anderson,

my joe.

John Anderson, my joe, John, we've seen our bairns’

bairns, And yet, my dear John Anderson, I'm happy in your ..arms,

And sae are ye in mine, John-I'm sure ye'll ne'er say no, Tho' the days are gane that we have seen, John Ander

son, my jo.

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.

VOL. IV.

There's

John Anderson, my joe, John, what pleasure does it gie, To see sae many sprouts, John, spring up ’tween you

and me, And ilka lad and lass, John, in our footsteps to go, Makes perfect heaven here on earth, John Anderson, my

joe.

John Anderson, my joe, John, when we were first acquaint, Your locks were like the raven, your bonnie brow was brent, But now your head's turn’d bald, John, your locks are like

the snow, Yet blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my joe.

John Anderson, my joe, John, frae year to year we've

past, And soon that year maun come, John, will bring us to

our last : But let na’ that affright us, John, our hearts were ne'er

our foe, While in innocent delight we lived, John Anderson, my

joe.

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

John Anderson, my joe, Jobn, we clamb the bill thegitber, And mony a canty day, Jobn, we've bad wi' ane anither; Now we maun totter down, Jobn, but band in band we'll go, And we'll sleep thegitber at tbe foot, Jobn Anderson, my joe.

The stanza with which this song, inserted by Messrs Brash and Reid, begins, is the chorus of the old song under this title; and though perfectly suitable to that wicked but witty ballad, it has no accordance with the strain of delicate and tender sentiment of this improved song.. In regard to the five other additional stanzas, though they are in the spirit of the two stanzas that are unquestionably our bard's, yet every reader of discernment will see they are by an inferior hand; and the real author of them, ought neither to have given them, nor suffered them to be given, to the world, as the production of Burns. If there were no other mark of their spurious origin, the latter half of the third line in the seventh stanza, our hearts were ne'er our foe, would be proof sufficient. Many are the instances in which our bard has adopted defective rhymes, but a single instance cannot be produced, in which to preserve the rhyme, he has given a feeble thought, in false grammar. These additional stan

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 its 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 cam up the house staukin,

And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen!

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zas are not however without merit, and they may serve to prolong the pleasure which every person of taste must feel, from listening to a most happy union of beautiful music, with moral sentiments that are singularly interesting.

E.

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.

MY

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