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T I B B Y F O W L E R.

To its own Proper Tune.

TIBBY Fowler in the glen, Has o'er mony wooing at her. Tibby Fowler in the Glen, Has o'er mony wooing at her.

C H O R U S

Wooing at her, pooing at her, Courting at her, canna get her; Filthy elf, it's for her pelf, That a' the lads are wooing at her.

She has goud ſtuds in her lugs, Cockle-ſhells would ſuit her better, High heel'd ſhoon and ſiller tags, And a' the lads are pooing at her.

Ten came eaſt, and ten came weſt, And ten came rowing o'er the water, Iwall came down the lang dykeſide. There's twa and forty wooing at her.

If a laſs be ne'er ſae black, Gi'e her but the penny ſiller, Set her upo' Fintock-tap The wind will blaw a man till her.