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Tibbie Fowler o' the glen,
There's ower mony wooin' at her
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen,
There's ower mony wooin' at her

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

There's seven but, there's seven ben,
There's seven in the pantry wi' her
Twenty heid aboon the door,
There's ane-and-forty wooin' at her

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

There's ten cam' east, and ten cam' west
And ten cam' rowin' ower the water
There's twa cam' doon the auld dyke-side,
There's twa-and-thirty wooin' at her

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

She got pendles in her lugs,
Though cockle shells wad suit her better
High-heeled shoon aboon her feet,
And a' the lads are wooin' at her

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

Be a lassie ne'er sae bleck
But gin she hae the penny siller
Set her up on Tintock tap,
The wind will blaw a man until her

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

And be a lassie ne'er sae fair
But gin she hae nae penny siller
A bee may fell her in the air
Afore a man be even'd till her

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

Tibbie Fowler o' the glen,
There's ower mony wooin' at her
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen,
There's ower mony wooin' at her

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