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 ( 5 ) Will ever trouble you again, Nor never more come to your train.

You say that wooers came from far, From east and west from far and near, With priest and text you was perplex’d, And many fellows you have vex’d. Now Tibby, &c

Now Tibby stand on ony hill, Till winds blow men until your full, 3ut if boat fulls, comes to you again My labours loft, and all’s in vain. Now Tibby, &c.

To make one end as I intend, Pray keep the taylor in your mind. Keep down your pride, let low your chatter For saucy jades turns seldom better. Now Tibby, &c.

Now Tibby, stick fast to your glen, And do not stick at pretty men, As I'm a sinner I declare, As never own you any mair. Now Tibby as you’r in a glen, There's not a lad in sixty ten, &c.

hear you'r to the Taylor ty'd sure yon will ne'er do better