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,