wha follows ony saucy quean,

that looks sae proud and high.

o tibbie, i hae seen the day, c.

altho' a lad were e'er sae smart,

if that he want the yellow dirt,

ye'll cast your head anither airt,

and answer him fu' dry.

o tibbie, i hae seen the day, c.

but, if he hae the name o' gear,

ye'll fasten to him like a brier,

tho' hardly he, for sense or lear,

be better than the kye.

o tibbie, i hae seen the day, c.

but, tibbie, lass, tak' my advice:

your daddie's gear maks 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 lass beside yon park,

i'd rather hae her in her sark,

than you wi' a' your thousand mark;

that gars you look sae high.

o tibbie, i hae seen the day, c.