 | The Poetry of Robert Burns |  |
O, FOR ANE-AND-TWENTY, TAM
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An' O, for ane-and-twenty, Tam!And hey, sweet ane-and-twenty, Tam!
I'll learn my kin a rattlin sang
An I saw ane-and-twenty, Tam.
I
They snool me sair, and haud me down,And gar me look like bluntie, Tam;
But three short years will soon wheel roun'—
And then comes ane-and-twenty, Tam!
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II
A gleib o' lan', a claut o' gearWas left me by my auntie, Tam.
At kith or kin I needna spier,
An I saw ane-and-twenty, Tam.
III
They'll hae me wed a wealthy coof,Tho' I mysel hae plenty, Tam;
But hear'st thou, laddie—there's my loof:
I'm thine at ane-and-twenty, Tam!
Chorus
An' O, for ane-and-twenty, Tam!And hey, sweet ane-and-twenty, Tam!
I'll learn my kin a rattlin sang
An I saw ane-and-twenty, Tam.
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