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;

forik 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 ing hame on sundayst,

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,ss, 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,