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 seen the day, &c.
there lives a lass bes yon park,
id 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.