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TAM O THE DOWN.
An' though their love is easy won,
'Tis unco ill to keep ;
An' ye may yet, my clearest son,
O'er a fause maiden weep.
Let heather bloom on high hill taps.
An' hair sprout on your chin
Then ye may gang an' try your skill
A maiden's heart to win.
But dinna gang, my bonnie son,
To court Ann o' Drumfairn
Tho' weel I ken ye like the lass
Aye sin' she was a bairn.
O she has cauldness in her looks
To ane o' your degree ;
An' hear what your auld mither says,
She's no a match for thee.
Tam o' the Down, my bonny son,
Be counsell'd weel by me
An' marry na, gin ye are wise,
These twa lang years or three.
But mither, mither, I gaed yestreen
To see Ann o' Drumfairn
An' I hae promised to her father.
To marry his bonny baini;
did ye ask her ain consent.
An' see love in her ee
An' did ye plant on her rosy lips
The sweet, sweet kisses three
1 strove to kiss her rosy lips.
She baud me baud awa'
I ask'd the lassie's ain consent.
She gied a loud gaffa'.
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