Song—O Tibbie, I Hae Seen The Day

  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.