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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.