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.