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ng—ta glen

y heart is a-breakg, dear tittie,

unsel unto e len&039;,

to anr the a&039; is a pity,

but what will i do wi&039; ta glen?

i&039; thkg, wi&039; sic a braw fellow,

poortith i ight ak a fen;

what care i riches to wallow,

if i aunna arry ta glen!

there&039;s lowrie the ird o&039; duller—

“gude day to you, brute!” he es ben:

he brags and he bws o&039; his siller,

but when will he dance like ta glen!

y nie does nstantly deave ,

and bids beware o&039; young n;

they ftter, she says, to deceive ,

but wha can thk sae o&039; ta glen!

y daddie says, g i&039;ll forsake hi,

he&039;d gie gude hunder arks ten;

but, if it&039;s orda&039;d i aun take hi,

o wha will i t but ta glen!

yestreen at the valente&039;s dealg,

y heart to y ou&039; gied a sten&039;;

for thrice i drew ane without failg,

and thrice it was written “ta glen”!

the st halloween i was wauk

y droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken,

his likeness ca up the hoe stauk,

and the very grey breeks o&039; ta glen!

e, unsel, dear tittie, don&039;t tarry;

i&039;ll gie ye y bonie bck hen,

gif ye will advise to arry

the d i lo&039;e dearly, ta glen