| O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar
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| O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar
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| Wether ride on a horse or been drawn in a cart
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| Or walk by my side sweet Tibby Dunbar
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| I care not thy daddy, his land or his money
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| Thy pal and Thy kin say high and say lowly
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| But say That thou’re with me for better or worse
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| And come in your poetry sweet Tibby Dunbar
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| I offer you nay thing in sillar (silver) or land
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| What men could determin the price of your hand
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| But gave you consent we’d be richer by far
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| O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar
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| O will to be known as a poor beggar’s lady
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| And sleep in the heather rolled up in my pladie
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| The sky for a roof and each candle a star
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| My love for a fire sweet Tibby Dunbar
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| O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar
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| O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar
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| Wether a ride on a horse or been drawn in a cart
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| Or walk by my side sweet Tibby Dunbar |