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O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar |
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O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar |
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Wether ride on a horse or been drawn in a cart |
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Or walk by my side sweet Tibby Dunbar |
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I care not thy daddy, his land or his money |
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Thy pal and Thy kin say high and say lowly |
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But say That thou're with me for better or worse |
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And come in your poetry sweet Tibby Dunbar |
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I offer you nay thing in sillar(silver) or land |
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What men could determin the price of your hand |
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But gave you consent we'd be richer by far |
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O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar |
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O will to be known as a poor beggar's lady |
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And sleep in the heather rolled up in my pladie |
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The sky for a roof and each candle a star |
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My love for a fire sweet Tibby Dunbar |
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O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar |
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O willt thou go wi' me sweet Tibby Dunbar |
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Wether a ride on a horse or been drawn in a cart |
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Or walk by my side sweet Tibby Dunbar |
