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Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

2 . Song—O Tibbie, I hae seen the day

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 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.