Choir. – O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
Ye wadnabeen sae shy;
For laiko’ gear ye lightlyme,
But, trowth, I care na by.
YestreenI met you on the moor,
Ye spakna, but gaedbylike stour;
Ye geckat me because I’m poor,
But fient ahair care I.
O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.
When coming hameon Sunday last,
Upon the road as I campast,
Ye snufft and ga’e your head a cast-
But trowthI care’t naby.
O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.
I doubt na, lass, but ye may think,
Because ye hae the name o’ clink,
That ye can please me at a wink,
Whene’er ye like to try.
O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.
Butsorrow tak’ him that’s sae mean,
Altho’ his poucho’ coin were clean,
Whafollows ony saucy quean,
That looks sae proud and high.
O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.
Altho’ a lad were e’ersae smart,
If that he want the yellow dirt,
Ye’ll cast your head anitherairt,
And answer him fu’dry.
O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.
But, if he hae the name o’gear,
Ye’ll fasten to him like a brier,
Tho’ hardly he, for sense orlear,
Be better than the kye.
O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.
But, Tibbie, lass, tak’ my advice:
Your daddie’s gearmaks you sae nice;
The deila anewadspeir your price,
Were ye as poor as I.
O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, &c.
There lives a lass beside yonpark,
I’d rather hae her in her sark,
Than you wi’a’your thousand mark;
That gars you look saehigh.
O Tibbie, I haeseen the day, &c.