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.