So mind you that—before folk.
Ye tell me that my face is fair;
It may be sae, I dinna care;
But ne’er again gar’t blush sae sair
As ye hae done before folk.
Behave yoursel’ before folk,
Behave yoursel’ before folk;
Nor heat my cheeks wi’ your mad freaks,
But aye be douce before folk.
Ye tell me that my lips are sweet;