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T: TIBBIE, I HAE SEEN THE DAY
O: 1806
B: "Caledonian Musical Repository", 1806, p.108-112
F: http://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/pageturner.cfm?id=87661539
Z: 2013 John Chambers <jc:trillian.mit.edu>
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w: O Tib-bie, I hae seen the day, Ye
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w: wad na been sae shy; For lack o' gear ye
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w: light-ly me, But, troth, I care na by.
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w: Ye-streen I met you on the moor, Ye
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w: spak na, but gade by like stoure; Ye
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w: geck at me be-cause I'm poor, But fient a
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w: hair care I.
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W:2.O Tibbie! I hae seen the day
W:    Ye wad na been sae shy;
W:  For lack o' gear ye lightly me,
W:    But, troth, I care na by.
W:  I doubt na, lass, but ye may think,
W:  Because ye hae the name o' clink,
W:  That ye can please me wi' a wink,
W:    Whene'er ye like to try.
W:
W:3.O Tibbie! I hae seen the day
W:    Ye wad na been sae shy;
W:  For lack o' gear ye lightly me,
W:    But, troth, I care na by.
W:  But sorrow tak him that's sae mean,
W:  Although his pouch o' coin were clean,
W:  Wha follows ony saucy quean
W:    That looks sae proud and high.
W:
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W:4.O Tibbie! I hae seen the day
W:    Ye wadna been sae shy;
W:  For lack o' gear ye lightly me,
W:    But, troth, I care na by.
W:  Although a lad were e'er so smart,
W:  If he but want the yellow dirt,
W:  Ye'll cast your head anither airt,
W:    And answer him fu' dry.
W:
W:5.O Tibbie! I hae seen the day
W:    Ye wadna been sae shy;
W:  For lack o' gear ye lightly me,
W:    But troth, I care na by.
W:  But if he hae the name o' gear,
W:  Yell fasten to him like a brier,
W:  Though hardly he, for sense or lear,
W:    Be better than the kye.
W:
W:6.O Tibbie! I hae seen the day
W:    Ye wad na been sae shy;
W:  For lack o' gear ye lightly me,
W:    But, troth, I care na by.
W:  There lives a lass in yonder park,
W:  I wad na gie her under sark
W:  For thee, wi' a' thy thousand mark;
W:    Ye need na look sae high.
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T: MY MARY
T: to the same air
K:
W:1.My Mary is a bonny lass,
W:    Sweet as the dewy morn,
W:  When Fancy tunes her rural reed
W:    Beside the upland thorn:
W:  She lives ahint yon sunny knowe,
W:  Whese flow'rs in wild profusion grow,
W:  Where spreading birks and hazles throw
W:    Their shadows o'er the burn.
W:
W:2.It's no the streamlet-skirted wood,
W:    Wi' a' its leafy bow'rs,
W:  That gars me wade in solitud
W:    Amang the wild-sprung flow'rs;
W:  But aft I cast a langin ee
W:  Down frae the bank out o'er the lee,
W:  Where haply I my lass may see,
W:    As through the broom she scours.
W:
W:3.Yestreen I met my bonny lassie
W:    Coming frae the town;
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W:  We, raptur'd, sunk in ithers arms.
W:    And prest the breckans down.
W:  The paitrick sung his e'ening note,
W:  The rye-craik rispt his clam'rous throat,
W:  While mony a soul-warm kiss I got,
W:     That erl't her my own.
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