Chor.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.
When coming 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,
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;
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,
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.