song—o tibbie, i hae seen the day

  tune—“invercaulds reel, or strathspey.”

  choir.—o tibbie, i hae seen the day,

  ye wadna been sae shy;

  for laik o gear ye lightly me,

  but, trowth, i care na by.

  yestreen i met you on the moor,

  ye spak na, but gaed by like stour;

  ye geck at me because im poor,

  but fient a hair care i.

  o tibbie, i hae seen the day, &c.

  whening hame on sunday last,

  upon the road as i cam past,

  ye snufft and gae your head a cast—

  but trowth i caret na by.

  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,

  wheneer ye like to try.

  o tibbie, i hae seen the day, &c.

  but sorrow tak him thats sae mean,

  altho his pouch o coin were clean,

  wha follows ony saucy quean,

  that looks sae proud and high.

  o tibbie, i hae seen the day, &c.

  altho a lad were eer sae smart,

  if that he want the yellow dirt,

  yell cast your head anither airt,

  and answer him fu dry.

  o tibbie, i hae seen the day, &c.

  but, if he hae the name o gear,

  yell fasten to him like a brier,

  tho hardly he, for sense or lear,

  be better than the kye.

  o tibbie, i hae seen the day, &c.

  but, tibbie, lass, tak my advice:

  your daddies gear maks you sae nice;

  theil a ane wad speir your price,

  were ye as poor as i.

  o tibbie, i hae