Oh, wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar
Oh, wilt thou go wi' me, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?
Wilt thou ride on a horse, or be drawn in a car,
Or walk by my side, sweet Tibbie Dunbar?

I care na thy daddie, his lands and his money;
I care na thy kin, sae high and sae lordly;
But say that thou'lt hae me for better or waur,
And come in thy coatie, sweet Tibbie Dunbar.

I offer you nothing of silver or land,
What man can determine the price of your hand
But gin you consent we'd be richer by far
Oh, wilt thou come wi’ me sweet Tibbie Dunbar

Oh, wilt thou become 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
Our love for a fire sweet Tibbie Dunbar