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The last Halloween I was wauken
My drowkit sark-sleeve, as ye ken:
His likeness cam' up the house stauken,
And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen.
My drowkit sark-sleeve, as ye ken:
His likeness cam' up the house stauken,
And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen.
Come counsel, dear Tittie, don't tarry
I'll gie you my bonny black hen,
Gif ye will advise me to marry
The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen.
I'll gie you my bonny black hen,
Gif ye will advise me to marry
The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen.
Gloomy Winter's now awa'.
Gloomy winter's now awa'
Saft the westling breezes blaw,
'Mong the birks o' Stanley shaw,
The mavis sings fu' cheery, O.
Sweet the craw-flower's early bell,
Decks Gleniffer's dewy dell,
Blooming like thy bonny sell,
My young, my artless dearie, O.
Saft the westling breezes blaw,
'Mong the birks o' Stanley shaw,
The mavis sings fu' cheery, O.
Sweet the craw-flower's early bell,
Decks Gleniffer's dewy dell,
Blooming like thy bonny sell,
My young, my artless dearie, O.
Come, my lassie, let us stray
O'er Glenkilloch's sunny brae,
Blythely spend the gowden day,
'Midst joys that never weary, O.
O'er Glenkilloch's sunny brae,
Blythely spend the gowden day,
'Midst joys that never weary, O.
