Tibbie Fowler o' the glen,
   There 's o'er mony wooin at her,
Seven but, and seven ben, 
And mony mair wooing at her.
 Wooin at her, pu'in at her,
   Courtin at her, canna get her:
 Filthy elf, it 's for her pelf,
   That a' the lads are wooin at her.

 Ten cam east, and ten cam west,
   Ten came rowin o'er the water;
 Twa came down the lang dyke side,
   There 's twa and thirty wooin at her.
     Wooin at her, pu'in at her...

 ... 

 She 's got pendles in her lugs,
   Cockle-shells wad set her better;
 High-heel'd shoon and siller tags,
   And a' the lads are wooin at her.
     Wooin at her, pu'in at her...