Tibby Dunbar

Oh Wilt thou go wi’ me sweet Tibby Dunbar Oh Wilt thou go wi’ me sweet Tibby Dunbar Wilt thou ride on a horse or be drawn in a cart Or walk by my side sweet Tibby Dunbar I care na thy daddie his land or his money I care na thy kin sae high and sae lordly But say that thou’lt hae me for better or waur And come in your coatie sweet Tibby Dunbar I offer you ma’y thing in silver or land What man could determine the price of your hand What gem you can send me’d be richer by far Oh Wilt thou go wi’ me sweet Tibby Dunbar Oh wilt thou be known as a poor beggar’s lady And sleep in the heather rolled up in my plaidie The sky for a roof and your candle a star My love for a fire sweet Tibby Dunbar Oh Wilt thou go wi’ me sweet Tibby Dunbar Oh Wilt thou go wi’ me sweet Tibby Dunbar Wilt thou ride on a horse or be drawn in a cart Or walk by my side sweet Tibby Dunbar