To anger them a' is a pity,

But what will I do wi' Tam Glen.

And sae are ye in mine, John-I'm sure ye'll ne'er say no,

Tho' the days are gane that we have seen, John Anderson, my jo.

John Anderson, my jo, John, what pleasure does it gie,

To see sae many sprouts, John, spring up 'tween you and me,

And ilka lad and lass, John, in our footsteps to go, Makes perfect heaven here on earth, John Anderson, my jo.

John Anderson, my jo, John, when we were first acquaint,

Your locks were like the raven, your bonnie brow was brent ;

But now your head's turn'd bald, John, your locks are like the snow,

Yet blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo.

John Anderson, my jo, John, frae year to year we've past,

And soon that year maun come, John, will bring us to our last:

But let na' that affright us, John, our hearts were ne'er our foe,

While in innocent delight we lived, John Anderson, my jo.

John Anderson, my jo, John, we clamb the hill the

gither,

And mony a canty day, John, we've had wi' ane anither;

Now we maun totter down, John, but hand in hand we'll go,

And we'll sleep thegither at the foot, John Ander son, my jo.

I'm thinking, wi' sie a braw fellow,
In poortith I might mak a fen;
What care I in riches to wallow,

If I mauna marry Tam Glen!

There's Lowrie the laird o' Dumeller,

"Gude day to you brute," he comes ben: He brags and he blaws o' his siller,

But when will he dance like Tam Glen?

My minnie does constantly deave me,
And bids me beware o' young men ;
They flatter, she says, to deceive me,

But wha can think sae o' Tam Glen?

The stanza with which this song, inserted by Messrs. Brash and Reid, begins, is the chorus of the old song under this title; and though perfectly suitable to that wicked but witty ballad, it has no accordance with the strain of delicate and tender sentiment of this improved song. In regard to the five other additional stanzas, though they are in the spirit of the two stanzas that are unquestionably our bard's, yet every reader of discernment will see they are by an inferior hand; and the real author of them, ought neither to have given them, nor suffered them to be given, to the world, as the production of Burns. If there were no other mark of their spurious origin, the latter half of the third line in the seventh stanza, our hearts were ne'er our foe, would be proof sufficient. Many are the instances in which our bard has adopted defective rhymes, but a single instance cannot be produced, in which, to preserve the rhyme, he has given a feeble thought, in false grammar. These additional stanzas are not, however, without merit, and they may serve to prolong the pleasure which every person of taste must feel, from listening to a most happy union of beautiful music, with moral sentiments that are singularly interesting.

E.

My daddie says, gin I'll forsake him,
He'll gie me gude hunder marks ten:
But, if it's ordain'd I maun take him,
O wha will I get but Tam Glen?

Yestreen at the valentine's dealing,
My heart to my mou gied a sten;
For thrice I drew ane without failing,
And thrice it was written Tam Glen.

The last Halloween I was waukin,

My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken;
His likeness cam up the house staukin,
And the very grey breeks o' Tam Glen!

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

MY TOCHER'S THE JEWEL.

O meikle thinks my luve o' my beauty,
And meikle thinks my luve o' my kin;
But little thinks my luve I ken brawlie,

My tocher's the jewel has charms for him. It's a' for the apple he'll nourish the tree;

It's a' for the hiney he'll cherish the bee; My laddie's sae meikle in luve wi' the siller, He can na hae luve to spare for me.

Your proffer o' luve's an airle-penny,
My tocher's the bargain ye wad buy;
But an yc,be crafty, I am cunnin,

Sae ye wi' anither your fortune maun try. Ye're like to the timmer o' yon rotten wood, Ye're like to the bark o' yon rotten tree,

Ye'll slip frae me like a knotless thread,

And ye'll crack your credit wi' mae nor me.

THEN GUIDWIFE COUNT THE
LAWIN.

Gane is the day and mirk's the night,
But we'll ne'er stray for faute o' light,
For ale and brandy's stars and moon,
And blue red wine's the rysin sun.

Then guidwife count the lawin, the lawin, the lawin,

Then guidwife count the lawin, and bring a coggie mair.

There's wealth and ease for gentlemen,
And semple-folk maun fecht and fen;
But here we're a' in ae accord,
For ilka man that 's drunk 's a lord.
Then guidwife count, &c.

My coggie is a haly pool,

That heals the wounds o' care and dool;

And pleasure is a wanton trout,
An' ye drink it a' ye'll find him out.
Then guidwife count, &c.

WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE DO WI AN AULD MAN.

What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie,

What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man! Bad luck on the pennie that tempted my minnie To sell her poor Jenny for siller an lan'! Bad luck on the pennie, &c.

He's always compleenin frae mornin to e'enin, He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang; He's doyl't and he's dozin, his blude it is frozen, O, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man!

He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers,

I never can please him, do a' that I can ; He's peevish, and jealous of a' the young fellows, O, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man!

My auld auntie Katie upon me takes pity,

I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan;

I'll cross him, and wrack him, until I heart-break him,

And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan.

THE BONNIE WEE THING.

Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing,
Lovely wee thing, was thou mine;

I wad wear thee in my bosom,
Lest my jewel I should tine.

Wishfully I look and languish

In that bonnie face of thine;
And my heart it stounds wi' anguish,
Lest my wee thing be na mine.

Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty,

In ae constellation shine;

To adore thee is my duty,

Goddess o' this soul o' mine!
Bonnie wee, &c.

O, FOR ANE AND TWENTY TAM!

Tune-" The Moudiewort."

An O, for ane and twenty, Tam!

An hey, sweet ane and twenty, Tam!

I'll learn my kin a rattlin sang,

An I saw ane and twenty, Tam.