Tam

[Erthona]

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Tam, Tam, where are ye,
Tam, Tam, where hav’ ye been,
I hope yer nae down in yer bottle,
trying to wash away yer sins, yer sins,
trying to wash away yer sins.

Nae, nae good fellow,
I’m not in the bottle a ‘tall
I’m here hav’en a good smoke
restin’ ‘gainst this sturdy rock wall,
restin’ ‘gainst this wall.

Tam, Tam, good fellow,
have ye seen a lassie so fine,
if ‘en ye do keep yer hands off ’er
cause that lassie so pretty is mine, is mine
cause that lassie so pretty is mine,.

Ah good fellow I seen ‘er
Hair like gold and skin brightly tan,
but make no claims good fellow,
for I saw nae gold on her hand, her hand,
For I saw nae gold on her hand.


©2014
–Erthona