song—o tibbie, i hae seen the day

tune—“invercauld's 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 i'm poor,

but fient a hair care i.

o tibbie, i hae seen the day, c.

when coming hame on sunday last,

upon the road as i cam past,

ye snufft and ga'e your head a cast—

but trowth i care't 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,

whene'er ye like to try.

o tibbie, i hae seen the day, c.

but sorrow tak' him that's 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 e'er sae smart,

if that he want the yellow dirt,

ye'll 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,

ye'll 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 daddie's gear maks you sae nice;

the deil a ane wad speir your price,

were ye as poor as i.

o tibbie, i hae seen the day, c.

there lives a lass beside yon park,

i'd rather hae her in her sark,

than you wi' a' your thousand mark;

that gars you look sae high.

o tibbie, i hae seen the day, c.