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  • 作词 : Traditional
    Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her
    Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her
    Ten cam' east and ten cam' west and ten cam' sailin' ower the watter
    Twa cam' doon yon lang dyke side, there's ower mony wooin' at her
    Chorus (after each verse):
    Wooin' at her, pu'in at her
    Wantin' her, canna get her
    Silly elf, it's for her pelf
    A' the lads are wooin' at her
    Seven but and seven ben, aye seven in the pantry wi' her
    Twenty heid aroon' the door, there's ower mony wooin' at her
    She's got pendles in her lugs, aye cockle shells would set her better
    High-heeled sheen wi' siller tags and a' the lads are wooin' at her
    Be a lassie 'ere sae black o' gin she hid the penny siller
    Set her up on
    Tintock Tap, the wind will blaw a minnie 'til her
    Be a lassie 'ere sae fair o' gin she hid the penny siller
    A flea would fell her in the air afore a man was even 'til 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
  • 作词 : Traditional
    Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her
    Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her
    Ten cam' east and ten cam' west and ten cam' sailin' ower the watter
    Twa cam' doon yon lang dyke side, there's ower mony wooin' at her
    Chorus (after each verse):
    Wooin' at her, pu'in at her
    Wantin' her, canna get her
    Silly elf, it's for her pelf
    A' the lads are wooin' at her
    Seven but and seven ben, aye seven in the pantry wi' her
    Twenty heid aroon' the door, there's ower mony wooin' at her
    She's got pendles in her lugs, aye cockle shells would set her better
    High-heeled sheen wi' siller tags and a' the lads are wooin' at her
    Be a lassie 'ere sae black o' gin she hid the penny siller
    Set her up on
    Tintock Tap, the wind will blaw a minnie 'til her
    Be a lassie 'ere sae fair o' gin she hid the penny siller
    A flea would fell her in the air afore a man was even 'til 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