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S —O T I H S Th D(1 / 1)

ng—o tibbie, i hae seen the day

tune—“vercauld&039;s reel, or strathspey”

choir—o tibbie, i hae seen the day,

ye wadna been sae shy;

for ik o&039; ar ye lightly ,

but, trowth, i care na by

yestreen i t you on the oor,

ye spak na, but gaed by like stour;

ye ck at becae i&039; poor,

but fient a hair care i

o tibbie, i hae seen the day, c

when g ha on sunday st,

upon the road as i ca past,

ye snufft and ga&039;e your head a cast—

but trowth i care&039;t na by

o tibbie, i hae seen the day, c

i doubt na, ss, but ye ay thk,

becae ye hae the na o&039; clk,

that ye can please at a k,

whene&039;er ye like to try

o tibbie, i hae seen the day, c

but rrow tak&039; hi that&039;s sae an,

altho&039; his pouch o&039; were clean,

wha follows ony saucy ean,

that looks sae proud and high

o tibbie, i hae seen the day, c

altho&039; a d were e&039;er sae sart,

if that he want the yellow dirt,

ye&039;ll cast your head anither airt,

and answer hi fu&039; dry

o tibbie, i hae seen the day, c

but, if he hae the na o&039; ar,

ye&039;ll fasten to hi like a brier,

tho&039; hardly he, for sense or lear,

be better than the kye

o tibbie, i hae seen the day, c

but, tibbie, ss, tak&039; y advice:

your daddie&039;s ar aks 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 ss beside yon park,

i&039;d rather hae her her sark,

than you wi&039; a&039; your thoand ark;

that gars you look sae high

o tibbie, i hae seen the day, c

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