SONG XXXI. TIBBIE, I HAE SEEN THE DAY. AIR. INVERCAULD'S REel. I. O Tibbie, I hae seen the day, YESTREEN I met you on the moor, But fient a hair care I. O Tibbie, I hae, &c. II. I doubt na, lass, but ye may think, Because ye hae the name o' clink. That ye can please me at a wink, O Tibbie, I hae, &c. III. But sorrow tak him that's sae mean, Wha follows ony saucy quean O Tibbie, I hae, &c. IV. Altho' a lad were e'er sae smart, O Tibbie, I hae, &c. V. But if he hae the name o' gear, VI. But, Tibbie, lass, tak my advice, Your daddie's gear maks you sae nice; The deil a ane wad spier your price, Were ye as poor as I. O Tibbie, I hae, &c. VII. There lives a lass in yonder park, O Tibbie, I hae, &c. SONG XXXII. CLARINDA, MISTRESS OF MY SOUL. I. CLARINDA, mistress of my soul, The wretch beneath the dreary pole, So marks his latest sun. II. To what dark cave of frozen night The sun of all his joy. III. We part-but by these precious drops, That fill thy lovely eyes! No other light shall guide my steps, |