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,