TIBBIE, I HAE SEEN THE DAY.
Tune—“Invercald’s Reel.”
[The Tibbie who “spak na, but gaed by like stoure,” was, it is said, the daughter of a man who was laird of three acres of peatmoss, and thought it became her to put on airs in consequence.]
CHORUS.
O Tibbie, I hae seen the day,
Ye wad na been sae shy;
For lack o’ gear ye lightly me,
But, trowth, I care na by.
I.
Yestreen I met you on the moor,
Ye spak na, but gaed by like stoure;
Ye geck at me because I’m poor,
But fient a hair care I.
II.
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.
III.