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I ha’e seen the day

ye wadna been sae shy;

For laik o’gear ye lightly me,

but yet I carena by.

Yestreen I met you on the moor,

Ye spakena, but gaed by like flour!

Ye geek at me because I’m poor,

But ne’er a hair care I.

I doubtna, lass, but ye may think,

Because ye ha’e the name o’clink,

That ye can please me wi’ a wink,

Whene’er ye like to try.

He’s silly that would be sae mean,

Altho’ his pouch o’coin were clean,

Wha follows ony saucy quean,

hat looks sae proud and high:

O Tibbie, &c.

Altho’ a lad were e’er sae smart,

If he want gowd, that yellow dirt,

Ye’ll cast your head anither airt,

And answer him su'dry.