Tibbie Fowler O’ The Glen

Tibbie Fowler o’ the glen
There’s o’er mony wooin at her
Tibbie Fowler o’ the glen
There’s o’er mony wooin at her

Wooin at her, pu’in at her
Courtin at her, canna get her
Filthy elf, it’s for her pelf
That a’ the lads are wooin at her

Ten cam east, and ten cam west
Ten came rowin o’er the water
Twa came down the lang dyke side
There’s twa and thirty wooin at her

Wooin at her, pu’in at her
Courtin at her, canna get her
Filthy elf, it’s for her pelf
That a’ the lads are wooin at her

There’s seven but, and seven ben
Seven in the pantry wi’ her
Twenty head about the door
There’s ane and forty wooin at her

Wooin at her, pu’in at her
Courtin at her, canna get her
Filthy elf, it’s for her pelf
That a’ the lads are wooin at her

She’s got pendles in her lugs
Cockle-shells wad set her better
High-heel’d shoon and siller tags
And a’ the lads are wooin at her

Wooin at her, pu’in at her
Courtin at her, canna get her
Filthy elf, it’s for her pelf
That a’ the lads are wooin at her

Be a lassie e’er sae black
An she hae the name o’ siller
Set her upo’ Tintock-tap
The wind will blaw a man till her

Wooin at her, pu’in at her
Courtin at her, canna get her
Filthy elf, it’s for her pelf
That a’ the lads are wooin at her

Be a lassie e’er sae fair
An she want the pennie siller
A flie may fell her in the air
Before a man be even till her

Wooin at her, pu’in at her
Courtin at her, canna get her
Filthy elf, it’s for her pelf
That a’ the lads are wooin at her