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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