Air — Name unknown .
" Whar hae ye been a' day, my boy Tammy?
Whar hae ye been a' day my boy Tammy?
" I've been by burn and flowery brae,
Meadow green and mountain grey,
Courting o' this young thing,
Just come frae her mammy."
" And whar gat ye that young thing,
My boy Tammy?"
" I gat her down in yonder how,
Smiling on a broomy know,
Herding ae wee lamb and ewe
For her poor mammy."
" What said ye to the bonnie bairn,
My boy Tammy?"
" I praised her een, sae lovely blue,
Her dimpled cheek, and cherry mou! —
I pree'd it aft, as ye may true! —
She said, she'd tell her mammy.
I held her to my beating heart,
My young, my smiling lammie!
I hae a house, it cost me dear,
I've walth o' plenishen and gear;
Ye'se get it a' war't ten times mair;
Gin ye will leave your mammy."
The smile gade aff her bonny face —
" I maun nae leave my mammy;
She's gi'en me meat, she's gi'en me claise,
She's been my comfort a' my days;
My father's death brought mony waes! —
I canna leave my mammy."
" We'll tak her hame and mak her fain,
My ain kind-hearted lammie!
We'll gie her meat, we'll gie her claise,
We'll be her comfort a' her days."
The Wee Thing gie's her hand, and says, —
" There! gang and ask my mammy."
" Has she been to kirk wi' thee,
My boy Tammy?"
" She has been to kirk wi' me,
And the tear was in her ee: —
But O! she's but a young thing
Just come frae her mammy."
" Whar hae ye been a' day, my boy Tammy?
Whar hae ye been a' day my boy Tammy?
" I've been by burn and flowery brae,
Meadow green and mountain grey,
Courting o' this young thing,
Just come frae her mammy."
" And whar gat ye that young thing,
My boy Tammy?"
" I gat her down in yonder how,
Smiling on a broomy know,
Herding ae wee lamb and ewe
For her poor mammy."
" What said ye to the bonnie bairn,
My boy Tammy?"
" I praised her een, sae lovely blue,
Her dimpled cheek, and cherry mou! —
I pree'd it aft, as ye may true! —
She said, she'd tell her mammy.
I held her to my beating heart,
My young, my smiling lammie!
I hae a house, it cost me dear,
I've walth o' plenishen and gear;
Ye'se get it a' war't ten times mair;
Gin ye will leave your mammy."
The smile gade aff her bonny face —
" I maun nae leave my mammy;
She's gi'en me meat, she's gi'en me claise,
She's been my comfort a' my days;
My father's death brought mony waes! —
I canna leave my mammy."
" We'll tak her hame and mak her fain,
My ain kind-hearted lammie!
We'll gie her meat, we'll gie her claise,
We'll be her comfort a' her days."
The Wee Thing gie's her hand, and says, —
" There! gang and ask my mammy."
" Has she been to kirk wi' thee,
My boy Tammy?"
" She has been to kirk wi' me,
And the tear was in her ee: —
But O! she's but a young thing
Just come frae her mammy."