g, [Last night]
My heart to my mou gied a sten: [mouth gave a leap]
For thrice I drew ane without failing,
And thrice it was written, 'Tam Glen.'

The last Halloween I was waukin' [watching]
My droukit sark-sleeve,[3] as ye ken; [drenched chemise]
His likeness cam up the house stalkin'--
And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen! [trousers]

Come, counsel, dear tittle, don't tarry;
I'll gie you my bonnie black hen, [give]
Gif ye will advise me to marry [If]
The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen. [love]

[3] See note 17 on Halloween, p. 218.

THE RANTIN' DOG THE DADDIE O'T

O wha my babie-clouts will buy? [baby-clothes]
Wha will tent me when I cry? [care for]
Wha will kiss me whare I lie?--
The rantin' dog the daddie o't. [of it]

Wha will own he did the faut? [fault]
Wha will buy my groanin' maut? [ale for the midwife]
Wha will tell me how to ca't? [name it]
The rantin' dog the daddie o't.

When I mount the creepie-chair. [stool of repentance]
Wha will sit beside me there?
Gie me Rob, I seek nae mair,-- [Give]
The rantin' dog the daddie o't.

Wha will crack to me my lane? [chat, alone]
Wha will mak me fidgin' fain? [tingling with fondness]
Wha will kiss me o'er again?--
The rantin' dog the daddie o't.

LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER

Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen, [fine]
And sair wi' his love he did deave me: [sorely, deafen]
I said there was naething I hated like men--
The deuce gae wi'm to believe me, believe me, [go with him]
The deuce gae wi'm to believe me.

He spak o' the darts in my bonnie black een,
And vow'd for my love he was dying;
I said he might die when he liked for Jean:
The Lord forgie me for lying, for lying.
The Lord forgie me for lying!

A weel-stocked mailen, himsel' for the laird, [farm]
And marriage aff-hand, were his proffers:
I never loot on that I kend it, or