III.
John Anderson, my joe, John, ye were my first conceit,

, And ye need na think it strange, John, tho? I ca' ye trim and

neat ;

Tho' some folk say ye’re auld, John, I never think ye so,
But I think ye’re ay the same to me, John Anderson, my joe.

IV.
John Anderson, my joe, John, we've seen our bairns' bairns,
And yet, my dear John Anderson, I'm happy in your arms,
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 joe.

John Anderson, my joe, 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 joe.

VI.
John Anderson, my joe, 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

VII. John Anderson, my joe, 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 joe.

VIII. John Anderson, my joe, John, we clamb the hill thegither, 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 Anderson, my joe.

The ingenious Dr CURRIE, Editor of the works of Burns, is decidedly of opinion that this song is by an inferior hand from that of Burns. “ The stanza with which this song begins,

(says he) is the chorus of the old song under this title ; and " though perfectly suitable to that wicked but witty ballad, it 66 has no accordance with the strain of delicate and tender sen. 66 timent of this improved song. In regard to the five other " additional stanzas, though they are in the spirit of the

stanzas that are unquestionably our bard's, yet every reader " of discernment will see they are by an inferior hand; and 66 the real author of them, ought neither to have given them,

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SONG XL.

MY HEART IS A BREAKING, &c.

AIR TAM GLEN.

I.

My heart is a breaking, dear Tittie,

Some counsel unto me come len', To anger them a' is a pity,

But what will I do wi' Tam Glen?

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ous 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 6 feeble thought, in false grammar. These additional stanzas

are not however without merit, and they may serve to pro" long 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.”

II.
I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fellow,

In poortith I might mak a fen;
What care I in riches to wallow,

If I mauna marry Tam Glen.

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III.
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 ?

IV.
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?

V.
My daddie says, gin I'll forsake him,

He'll gie me gude hunder marks ten:
But, if its ordain'd I maun take him,

O wha will I get but Tam Glen.

IV.
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.

VII.
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.

VIII. 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.