Tibby Dunbar
Oh, wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar
Oh, wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar
Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in the cart
Or walk by my side, sweet Tibbie Dunbar
I care na thy daddie, his lands or his money
I care na thy kin, sae high and sae lordly
But sae that thou'lt hae me for better or waur
And come in your coatie, sweet Tibbie Dunbar
I offer your (maything) in siller of land
What man could determine the price of your hand
What gem you can send me be richer by far
Oh, wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar
Oh, wilt thou be known as a poor beggar's lady
And sleep in the heather, (round up in my plady)
The sky for a roof and yer candle a star
My love for a fire, sweet Tibbie Dunbar
Oh, wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar
Oh, wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar
Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car
Or walk by my side, sweet Tibbie Dunbar
Written by Robert Burns.
