Oh will thou go wi' me, sweet Tibby Dunbar
Oh will thou go wi' me, sweet Tibby Dunbar?
Will thou ride on the horse, or be drawn in the cart,
Or walk by my side, sweet Tibby Dunbar?
I care not thy daddy, his land or his money
I care not thy kin, say high and say lordly
But say that thou'll tae me for better or wor'
And come in your coatie, sweet Tibby Dunbar.
I offer you naething in sillar (silver) or land,
What men could determine the price of your hand
But gi'en you consent we'd be richer by far
Oh, will thou go wi’ me, sweet Tibby Dunbar
Oh, will thou be known as a poor beggar's lady
To 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 will thou go wi' me, sweet Tibby Dunbar
Oh will thou go wi' me, sweet Tibby Dunbar?
Will thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a cart
Or walk by my side, sweet Tibby Dunbar?